Regent St. Dreams

Six floors.
Maybe five or more.
But magic grips you heart so tight,
When you walk through that door.
A world but from a movie,
Of bells and snow and reindeer high,
Of wooden toys and elves in red,
Or awe beneath the children’s eyes.
A smile of innocence and joy,
Inside these walls, all not what ‘seems.
Six floors, or five, or maybe more,
And each one carries different dreams.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 5th Day of November 2008