I am

I am the product of dreams.

Of hot summer days outside

staring out at the sea.
Dancing on the beach with no shoes.
Of cool autumn evenings
lost in the storm of leaves.
Feeling the spirits move around me.
I am the product of imagination.
Of cold winter nights
curled up with an adventure.
Fire place heating my travels.
Of warm spring mornings
following white rabbits.
Lost in a dream and searching for myself.
I am the creator of fantasy.
I am the writer of my fate.
I am happily ever after
so long as I can imagine myself to be