It is always, always there.
Sunny days and rainy days,
Sad spells, gloomy hours,
regardless it always stays.
I see the world from this lair,
like the sunset over verdant mountains,
from my palace of silvery mirror towers,
my celestial gardens and my fountains.
Or maybe a quiet glade
in some land where crystals grow
on trees like blossoms aglow,
a place where I may never be dismayed.
It may eventually fade away,
and I will come back here.
But safe in my mind it will stay,
until I wish for it to appear.