Night serene
slip into the spiral of a dream
wheels spin slow
round all that you know
stars like balls
reflecting the roundness of it all
minds are quite
fantastic at night
Skiing and chasing
a rhino and a man
I know over a
landscape of roses
the moral I suppose
is
Dreams are what your mind does
when you leave it alone,
and
Night is right
for fire when thoughts are set alight
stars that flame
whatever their name
dreams that flicker
fizz and fly away
into the coming light
that drains away the magic night.
to the tune of "A Little Bit of Dreammusik"
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