I dream of perfumed air
Carried on the winds of time.
Drifting, flowing, soaring
Above a sea sublime.

I dream of crystalline waters
Caressing a distant shore.
'Tis a mystic isle, the Summerland,
The realm of evermore.

I dream of an ancient forest
With roots bound deep in the earth.
Its infinite branches entertwining,
Weaving the Creation's birth.

I dream of azure skies
That deepen to midnight hues,
With Mother Moon and silver wraiths
Of clouds in a sea of blues.

I dream of the great bonfires
That once lit up the skies,
Once more ablaze and heralding
The awakening of the Wise.

... Moone

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