Dreams

Oh wonderful Morpheus weaver of childhood dreams bring me to a wonderful place of chariots and runaway horses enchanted in cloudy mist... I'll drift away to childhood woods only to dream and dream forgetting about the cold harsh world as I chase my fairy tale princess saving her from the dragon... I dream my bed is but a cloud drifting off towards falling star reaching for celestial supernova all the way to Andromeda to the green Elysian Fields... When I awake from golden slumber to the cruel world of falling sky I'll pray for blissful nature that we will be a dream within a dream with runaway horses and fairy tale princess...