Infinite Reveries

The loveliest dawn dwelleth in the bosom.
A mild magic word rests far below.
A balmy spark flies in the soul.
Homeland would be charmed!
I love a slight journey towards stars.
I will wing conjuringly moonwards,
where the most reflective poem is made.
I long for a dreaming angel
who donates itself for your wings.
May the most fervent fancy be unfolded
by the lovely muse that attends me.