A Small Dream
My Aquila
Rested against a tree
With a little magic
and a little wine
We snuggled down
And I made him mine
Together we dreamt
Of Moondust trails
The way west
To find our place
Amongst the trees
Our nest
It is soon
I feel it within
We have come so far
We are near
To the place
Of The Rising Moon
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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