Dreamland Til Sunrise
Before being stymied by what I know
laced in the floating finesse of fireflies
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
No-one enjoys losing four in a row.
There was an infinite amount of tries
before being stymied by what I know.
My fairy godmother’s gift to bestow
rounded out the smile in her replies,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
Always with such innocence to borrow
floating down from rainbow filled skies
before being stymied by what I know.
Wouldn’t even think to utter ‘I dunno’
my inner voice would never chastise,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
The pitter patter of a childhood show
takes us to dreamland until sunrise.
Before being stymied by what I know,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
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