The stars glisten between billowing clouds,
Flirting with the mists of my silent dream.
Floating in the illusion of mystic shrouds,
Shimmer as gems in the pale moonlight’s beam.
Dreams that free us from the every day life
To find the fantasy within the mind.
Premonition or just a break from strife
In dream world, all is waiting there to find.
Castles in the sky shine for me in sleep,
Fair maiden heroes battling against foe.
Sat in strawberry fields alone to weep,
It doesn’t matter I am set to go.
Released a world of cerulean sky,
Illusions that go far beyond the eye.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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