The Perfect Dream

When asked what my perfect dream is like I think about the Northern Lights The colors illuminating all the sky An amazing place to set my eyes I lay beneath a glassy dome The feeling I feel almost feels like home And maybe someone else is there To hold me close in their arms to bare They’ll whisper gently in my ear Every sweet nothing I want to hear Snow will be falling ever so soft The white flurries dancing all aloft The time will be somewhere past three Such a beautiful moment setting me free From all the worries of the world Beneath the blankets I’ll be curled And that would be my perfect dream Those aurora lights a shining beam