Who knows of our dreams 

while we sleep at night.

Laying safe in our beds,

curled up in satin

from head to toe,

we surrender our thoughts

to the elusive forces 

of the darkest depths 

of our minds.

Wandering

through forests of trees 

and nightmares untold.

Through meadows and valleys 

covered in haze.

Over mountains steeper

than piled up thoughts.

These brief trips

through the night led

by the Sandman's horses

bring us closer to fantasy

with each journey.

We travel from tale to tale,

each an untold mystery, 

only to arrive safely

at our destination:

right where we started.

©2000, M.V.H.