A Dream Called Paradise

Weary travelers crossed a stream
And stumbled headlong into a dream
This they did not realize
They mistook it for paradise

Colorfully dressed colorful people
Wafting smells of baking bread
Pure tunes of innocent melodies
It was a world away from theirs

An angel danced up to meet them,
Her sister joined, a butterfly
They flitted, giggled, tossed their skirts
Invited the travelers to a jive

So potent their magic, the travelers danced
Their feet not stopping, they carried on
When a search party came the morning later
They could not fathom where they had gone

I shall tell you where they lie
It's in a dream called paradise
If you're lucky enough to find it, never wake
Reality is the bigger mistake
Much better it is to fly