O' how sweetly the dew rests against the soft green blads of the erie forest floor.
As the last beams of sun kisses the mountain peaks, so shall the night brush against her tender cheek as she lay her head after the long blistering day.
Her eyes close, and her mind goes to a place of dreams, love and hope.
A place only she deserves
Perhaps she sees the one she loves there. Or a beautiful place she longs to stay forever.
A place she must leave behind when the dawn breaks the curtain of night.
A place she will revisit night after night
A place of her own.
Her own dreamland
