The Dreamer's Sleep
Flying on a sea of dreams,
Seeing all that does not seem
To exist in a phantom land
Of earth and wind and cloud and sand.
A mystery of all my mind,
Flying somewhere near the rind
Of Time and Space, Power and Life,
Where imaginings are rife.
A startling chance to clear the dark,
A shining light the night to mark
The sleeping dreamer, resiting light.
But you have banished the darkened night.
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