Dream Keepers

We are flying high in the marshmallow clouds
Like graceful ballerinas we will not make sounds

Dreaming of things that could possibly be true
Grab my hand and we will explore only me and you

In sweet slumber we will soak our silk like skin
Harmony is what our thoughts will remain in

Z's is what we will catch when we are asleep
While we continuously are counting many sheep

Staying stiffly still until the dreaming is all done
From night to the rising of the bright orange-yellow sun

In a flowing river of warm milk and dreaming potions
We are in a dream moving fast but our muscles not in motion

Screaming of the rooster that is how you know
Your dream needs to get lost it needs to go

You have a bowl of cereal ready and juice in a cup
Come on honey you finally need to wake up

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