Whilst misty eyes take in the theme

Within a magic mute montage

And dream of all their lives could scheme

In manifesting sweet homage

To inspiration’s wildest dreams

Of paradise in perfect swirl

A landscape deep in nature’s scenes

Her feather flakes, in season’s whirl

Yet here I sit, my thoughts aloft

And wonder what’s beyond my view

What vast arena lays obscured

By vision’s limited accrue

From here, inside my worldly sphere,

My thoughts reach out into the sky

While mind explores the atmosphere

Imagination runs awry

So here we are, both quite spellbound

By what the dreamer’s eye might see

Two different worlds, yet much the same

I could be you…you could be me.