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.

Illustrated by Don Weller