Spoken words on pages, pictures through the ages, scattered like the leaves on an atumn breeze, words spoken to me in my dreams with so much eaze.
Whispers in the day light, shouting in the dark night, as the shadows dance, in the reflections of lamp light. Patterened wallpaper, comes alive, and shakes and quivers into the morning light.
Silently you speak to me as I sleep my somber sleep, no tears from the dragon's tales I shall not weep.
Tell me a story of old, from kingdoms far and wide, let your imagination wander; as the dragon of dreamscape climbs into his cave to hide.