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Drifting off into dream land
we sleep,
a place of excitement,
adventure, thrill,
where mountains are tall and
ever steep,
and magic appears at it’s
own free will.
Colors so plentiful they
create such a sight,
places with people who have
a special craft,
creatures small yet full of
strength and might,
where such a cold wind
creates a nasty draft.
Dreams our the gateway,
visions they provide,
a sea of thoughts for which
they often lay claim,
blizzard happenings from
which we can’t hide,
a realm of forgiveness,
sorrow and even blame.
A babbling brook to a stream
to a raging river,
dreams hold things that
work, things that break,
stories that fall short
while others often deliver,
a land of enchantment yet no
more than we make.
Dreamland is a place where
we don’t have to refrain,
time passes so quickly, it
over in less than a blink,
where everything happens but
nothing is contained,
a life time of memories can
vanish, gone in a wink.