Do animals dream of castles, <br />White wedding cakes, and wine; <br />Of making out midst beauty- <br />To never look behind? <br /> <br />Our minds build worlds of ozone <br />Upon the mists of time; <br />Construction quite unearthly, <br />All built inside the mind. <br /> <br />The world that we inhabit <br />Is largely made of space <br />And then we try to fill it <br />With imaginations place. <br /> <br />The real world's too unseemly, <br />And stifles us with laws, <br />And doesn't fit the playbill, <br />And never stops to pause. <br /> <br />If we could stop the world, <br />And form it to our means, <br />We'd pull out all the pilings <br />And rip out all the seams. <br /> <br />If we could change the format, <br />With the whimsy born of thought, <br />The walls would be of flowers; <br />The doors, by ivy wrought. <br /> <br />And love would be the conqueror, <br />And beauty would be king- <br />And dreams and secret fantasies, <br />The world's most precious things.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-most-precious-things/
