I Want To Live In Ray’s World

A land of eternal youth, where summers linger long

Last year’s dandelion wine sits in the cellar, fermenting

The everyday is transformed into the magical and fantastic

And the clock tower chimes over the little drowsing town

Lurking nearby, a deep dark gulley of thick greenness

Where even July’s bright daylight does not fully penetrate

My imagination burns with specters, beasts and killers

That ooze out when wicked October winds are blowing cold

A man in the whitest of suits drives the electric trolley car

Gives free rides to those children wise beyond their years

Everyone and everything is more that what appears to be

As I go gliding happily up and down on Bradbury Lane