To dream

On that note,

I bid thee sleep,

to dream of dreams,

to pine of pines,

for I know good and well

that dreams are,

but, a glimpse

of future foretold and past unveiled.

so I send thee yonder,

towards the misty land,

where none can see thee ponder

of dreams where dreams are banned.

so close thy eyes and let mind wander;

let thy feet take ghostly saunter

towards unknown monsters

in pines of dreamy land.

let not one wake thee

from golden slumber

for nothing but dreams

is ageless, of priceless wonder.

so sleep, my dear,

please sleep!

to dream of days of old;

to dream of days foretold;

to dream the dreams

that dreams may take mold.

So, let all those behold

these dreams, such dreams;

who dares doubt fool's gold!

For thy dreams reign supreme!

Watch, listen, silently thy dream begins

I beg thee take hold.