Dream
Upon a magic carpet, we take flight,
O'er snow-capped peaks, a wondrous, starry night.
The beauty of the world below, a breathtaking sight,
As we soar through the moon's shimmering light.
The air is crisp, our spirits set free,
As we glide through the mountains with such glee.
Breathing in the pure, untamed air,
A feeling of enchantment beyond compare.
We touch down softly in a log cabin snug,
By a fireplace crackling, like a warm, loving hug.
Wild animals gather, in silence, they attend,
Bears, wolves, cougars, a family, a welcome friend.
They sit by the fire, their eyes gleaming bright
Eager to hear stories under the starry night.
I read tales of adventures, both near and afar,
Underneath the moon, with each shining star.
In this magical moment, by the fire's warm embrace,
We find a connection, a tranquil, wild space.
In the company of creatures, both fierce and kind,
We leave the cares of the world far behind.
A journey or a dream, so rare and precious sweet,
Magical mountains, our haven and retreat.
With the wild and the moonlight, we find our delight,
In a magical cabin, 'neath the shimmering night.
Maxwell O’REILLY
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