once in a while when the stars align and the air smells a certain way and a song plays on the radio beneath the sky

i go to this little world full of mysticism and wonder

and as i wander through its land i see animals nobody really sees and people watching from behind trees while chimneys blow smoke at the setting sun

and in this little world there is mysticism and wonder

and then in an instant with no warning it disappears and fades much like the chimney smoke

slowly moving and dissipating and i sigh and smile

knowing that when the stars align again and the air is crisp and clear and my mood is right and a sweet song plays beneath the blanket of stars

i will once again imagine a little world with its mysticism and wonder