Float away with wisps of clouds that whisper in my ear into a world dusted with dawn--like a dream. Fly away with the flutter of the butterfly which stays still for but a minute --her beauty admired for a snapshot in time. Dream away with the wondrous moon, shrouded with mystery and lost love. Away, away, away is where I long to be and an aching in my soul gnaws for a yearning I don't understand. Distant thuds I hear and I am lost amongst the dirty puddles illuminated by the streetlights. Away, away, away, in that fairy world, entwined with dew drops and touched with magic is where I am. And I awaken. And I cry for the loss of something so beautiful I can't describe. Yet, even after I awaken, I feel a part of that world lives within me…and that gives me strength to survive. Enough strength to dream again.