In Dreams

Along a hidden path lays the way into my dreams A place of hope and sorrow, where nothing is as it seems.

The door in which I enter is a pillow and my bed As the sun goes down and stars appear to shine above my head.

I lay adrift not quite asleep, half here and half there My dreams they finally claim me as I float without a care.

Soaring high above the ground, angels at my side I feel as though I have wings of silk on which I gently glide.

Watching as the moon shines brightly silver and blue beams Me without a worry, I lay safe inside my dreams.