Softly Upon a Dream

I crept softly upon a dream today in a wishful walk, my heart filled with joyful play. Soft green air plants, blooming in the misty breeze. Lush, rich and green was the path that lead me. The sky was evening touched, by the creeping fog. The trees were looming over the yard and fallen scattered logs. Encircled around it an old, wooden fence. Amber lights glowing from its center filling me with suspense. A cottage shingled way down its long peeks. Old English style, mirrored, stained complete. Rippled with a pebble, the water within the well. Dropped gently my penny wish like a bucket into the swell. I understood the dream beautifully unfolded From peeks to scattered logs, this was my dream home.