“Come, my love, let us dream,” she said,
As together we rested our weary heads.
She took my hand within her own,
And led me where the dream winds roamed.
With eyes closed to the waking land,
We wandered forth, still hand in hand.
The world behind us slipped away,
Consumed by night’s enchanted sway.
The moon hung low above the sea,
A silver lantern shining free,
While countless stars like diamonds gleamed
Across the sky where dreamers dreamed.
We walked along forgotten shores,
Past moonlit dunes and ancient moors.
Strange flowers glowed with spectral light,
Their petals bright against the night.
She led me through the meadow grass,
Where rivers mirrored stars like glass.
Beneath old trees we made our way,
Their branches keeping dawn at bay.
“Do not be afraid,” she said,
As shadows danced where dream paths led.
“Nothing here can bring you harm,
While you remain within my arms.”
So deeper still our journey wound,
Through silent realms where peace was found.
Past faded dreams and memories old,
And fears that once had held me cold.
At last we reached a grassy height
That overlooked the Sea of Night.
The Ocean of Dreams stretched far below,
Its waves adorned with lunar glow.
Together there we sat awhile,
The moon reflected in her smile.
And for a time the world stood still,
As silver clouds crossed vale and hill.
She rested softly by my side,
While gentle waves embraced the tide.
No sorrow stirred, no shadows crept,
The dreaming world itself had slept.
But soon the eastern sky grew bright,
And dawn approached to end the night.
She squeezed my hand and softly smiled,
As morning stirred beyond the wild.
“We will return,” she whispered low,
Before she turned to silver glow.
The dream dissolved, the vision fled,
And morning sunlight crowned my bed.
Yet even now I sometimes feel
The warmth her gentle kiss made real.
And when the moon rides high above,
I dream once more of her, and love.
