Dream of the night,
Dream of the dawn,…
Dream period.
Dreams wasted
On the things
We fear
Are called
Nightmares.
They cloak
Themselves in
Concern,
Lying they are
Lined with love.
Come now…
It is the night
Filled with possibilities
Lined with hopes
Fuelled with
The ether of
Young souls
Who dare
To dream
What the cynics
Have crushed
Beneath their
Own boots
Their inner
Children.
Fill the lands
Of fantasia with
All you can
Before the sun
Crests the horizon…
So that when
We wake
It is with
A smile
For the chance
To remember
What we dreamed
And travel
From the land
Of dreams
To heaven
On Earth.