“Magic” Ceiling


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