Where Dreams are Forged

Emptying thoughts of a hectic day
I slip into silent slumber
Casting off the worries as I lay
Amongst the realm of dreams, as they gather.
Softy, softly they lead me away

Down into the realm of dark and light
Where dreams are forged
On an anvil of fire and candle bright
They float into a star filled sky
Finally released they take to flight

I am bird. A wave upon the sea.
I can cross continents or worlds
In the blink of an eye. I can be
Anything. I am the song of a whale
I am the life root of a tree.

Now I am floating, falling, a snowflake
Glittering in a dazzling sun
As I land softly onto a glass frozen lake
A noise, with piercing sharpness, grows in sound
And into dawns reality the alarm pulls me. I wake.

But long to dream.

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