A world fraught with trials, so weary and confined, Left behind for moments where the heart can unwind. In this realm of dreams, where burdens are light, I lose myself, in an endless flight. Yet, within the wonder, a yearning does arise, For a beauty transcending what mere dreams can comprise. Though these visions are sweet, they whisper of more, A longing for treasures beyond this dream's shore. Palm trees sway under a sky of twilight blue, Stars glimmering like diamonds, in night’s silent dew. Golden sands stretch where gentle waves reside, An ocean of dreams where my heart can hide. In this land of wonder, I yearn for a place, A secret haven, where dreams interlace. A cottage by the sea, with windows wide, Where reality and dreams forever collide. From cobblestone streets of Portland's old town, To the lighthouse beacons, casting shadows down. Sea salt in the air, and the call of distant ships, A harbor of dreams, where my longing dips.