MAGNETS AND MIRACLES (part II)

I want to touch a song
of snow capped mountains,
of roads winding and long,
and crystal clear fountains.

I want to write a lay
that sings of a dreamy sunset,
walking hand in hand on a rainy day,
and of people i've never met.

I want to pen a poem
about really mundane things,
of bread baking in the oven
and mittens on cold winter evenings.

I want to be a picture
of fluffy white clouds
lazing in the skies of summer,
and of songs bereft of doubt.

I want to be a magician,
wreathe spells in blue ink on white paper
that will give this dream a reason
to go on and on and on forever....