I Belong To My Dreams

Velvet skies, with stars aligned, come to meet my dreams. The clovered pillow beneath my locks, that holds my head tonight. I close my eyes, as a compromise, to that which met the day. Torture can only last so long, before the clock runs down. Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where they grow. Blinding light, with cars parked tight, turn my feelings into tears. Sidewalks melt beneath my feet, and meet my face with its own heat. I walk on by too many people that I’ll never know. I break the shoelace, turn the station, and I just want to go home. Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where they grow. Comforting darkness, it takes so long, to feel the warmth of night. Under the blankets, of cotton wool and moonlit skies. Morning belongs in some other place, or time. For now I belong here, where the night is only mine. Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where they grow.