Challenging Poetry

no such place

I wish I believed
in east of the sun
west of the moon,
over the rainbow
and beyond the horizon,
second to the left
and straight until morning,
once upon a dream
where wishes are fishes
and beggars can eat.

I wish I believed.
I'd fly there by dragon back
and find myself in the
middle—
it doesn't matter of what.

instead, I drift there
on clouds of words,
and wake with aching fingers
to a world where magic
is fake and heroes
are dead and all I am left
with is a wish to believe.

April 17—There is no such place