Mysterious Dream Poem by Lenin Castro

My mind's on this dream I had last night
The sand beneath me felt so rurreal
The horizon looked like a painted canvas
A frame of an image I don't think exists
The fantasy can only be found in one place
In my little world of dreams when I fall asleep

This vision, this creation made in my brain
It was a breath taking combination of land
A merge of everlasting short green grass
And eternal dunes that keep my eyes glued
Skys blue with not a cloud in view
Nothing my eyes have seen
It was Wonderland