My dream...

There is a place i like to go in the deepest of my sleeps

where the fairies dance around a fire and the forest gently weeps

when the midnight sun it plays with the colors in my hair

while standing in the way of beauty's brilliant glare

where a unicorn it prances through the darkest of the Moore

leaves they play around my feet as they skip along the floor

dancing among the trees on such a perfect summer night

is like a state of ecstasy, amazement and pure delight

but the it slowly fades away as i rise from my slumber deep

but the tune to which the fairies danced in my heart I'll keep

and i will wait until the day i wish to be returned

to the place where the leaves and fairies played and the fire brightly burned