On the ceiling of my bedroom
There are intricate designs
Of curlicues and muted hues
In circles, arcs, and lines.
At bedtime, as the daylight fades
And subtle shadows creep,
I watch the ceiling “come to life”
Before I go to sleep.
The patterns change like magic
Into enchanted scenes
Where live brave knights and ladies
And courtly kings and queens.
And there’s a stately castle
Beside a soft blue sea,
And gentle breezes stir the waves
In peaceful harmony.
But all too soon I fall asleep,
And when I wake at dawn,
I look up to the ceiling—
But that magic world is gone.

[illustration] Illustrated by Don Weller