When You Close Your Eyes, The World Changes

The scrape of a chair

Dragged across the ground

Is the scratching of a wizard's staff

Drawing a rune in a block of stone.

The tinkling chimes

Of the bell in a shop

Is the voice of fairies

Dancing in a tree.

The crash and clang

Of pots and pans

Is the ringing of metal

In the dwarves' forge.

The honk of a car

In busy traffic

Is the hunting horn of elves

As they ride through a forest.

When you close your eyes, the world changes.

And everything is as it ought to be.