I go there every night.
The field, with the pond,
The austere little cottage,
The place in my dreams.

A place full of wonder,
With magic in the air.
Into the darkness, yonder,
The place beyond despair.

I open my eyes to the moon,
White, lingering over me,
Touching my heart, hewn
By the treacherous humanity.

My escape from the world,
And everything around.
The austere little cottage,
The place in my dreams.