Enchantment

If you can see the enchantment,
Hanging in the air,
You are one of the People,
The People bright and fair.

On a summers morning once,
The spell fell on me,
It touched my very esscence,
So much i now can see.

As the early morning breaks,
The sky a lovely blue.
The enchantment fills the deeper dream,
The dream of dreams come through.

All the People give their gift,
When their time is through,
I am young but They are not,
And They give their dream to you.