Harnessing Dreams

When all the day is gone and I am hiding from the fun or simply floating on a dream that never was. The weather stirs and breathes me in The silent night of unexpected sight begins The welcome feast of visions ticking, ticking, Sinking in. Everything is blank from whence I kept the very last of things. The open ground of dreaming big is breaking every word I meant again It doesn't end and though I think I need a rest The reasons of the weathered beasts are wicked in Their thoughts of dread, the memory of the dead are swept up in my melting head, the wonder of the unicorns and mixing ponies with the happy gnomes Are sweeping with the tomes of words so fast, so vast I wonder on, the dreams are wrong and move until they're done. I am pumped for tomorrows want. It all depends on what you say And all the other problems of the day It amends the way I make my pieces mend The dreams i have, I need to harness what they say And that is when i love to play.