Magic.
Magic in the soul.
  Hidden realms of magic that from day-dream I do sew

weaving paths of wonder through woods of woven word,  
paths of hidden wonder that lie far beyond this world 

From paged prose a fire rose 
and set my heart aflame...

  ignites my soul eternally; forever and never again  

I dream a dream of beauty;
I dream a dream of stars  

Far beyond dreamed peaks of snow; far beyond this world we know 

wonders beyond this world we'll see
just close your eyes and dream with me.

  

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Yours in the pursuit of ethereal wonders.
Smogford

I don't want money or fame,

if i can take your hand, Page-walker,
 and show you something truly amazing;

~That would be true happiness~

~have you heard the darkness sing~
for sing the darkness does.
like a nightingale at twilight 
singing to the moon above.

she whistles on those cloudy nights
she dances through your drain

And plays her ghostly tune upon your window in the rain.