Dreams

Dreams As your eyes flutter and your breathing slows, Teddy bear clasped in your hand, You hop on a beautiful train To a mystical, enchanted land. You step down on cloud steps And think, “Is this actually real?” Your breathing stops, and your eyes pop open; Shock is what you feel. Ladies dance in pink silk dresses, And their skin looks so fair While they talk and laugh with the wind And ribbons twirl in their hair. They fly over rainbows. They glide over streams. They dance on and on— Forever, it seems. You can ride on an eagle, You can wish on a star, And joy fills your body Wherever you are. Then you hear the sound of a rooster; It says you have to go. So you wake up with the sunrise And feel a charming inner glow.