Dreaming

Dreaming

The world I roam in my sleep
Is a land of mists and shadows
And everything that appears to me
Is shaped of the stuff of dreams
Sometimes I walk
Sometimes I fly
And sometimes I just run
Sometimes something's hunting me
More often it's me who seeks.
My dreams get very odd at times
But true nightmares are few
And sometimes, though 'tis rare,
I know I'm in a dream.
I dream of strange adventures.
I dream of loves won and lost
I dream of the future, and of the past.
I dream of things I've always wanted to do
And I dream of the things I've done.
I dream of changes I would make.
And I dream of what can't be undone.
The land of mists and shadows,
That I visit every night, is a place
I treasure in my soul
And look forward to each day.
When I waken from my dreams,
They vanish whence they came.
Someday in the future
When I am old and gray
I'll enter the realm of dreams one last time.
And there I'll forever stay.
For now I will just visit that fabled
distant world and wander until the day.
So good night my friend
I wish you well
I pray that when you dream
You visit the land of mists and shadows
Seeing magic, and wonders in your sleep.