With her silver needle And her silken white thread She softly weaves the wildest dreams into your head She is a kind old lady Who fills our heads with strange and gorgeous dreams She makes every night more magical and more realistic than it seems I lay still in my bed, watching shadows dance upon the wall And as the night washes over me I think I hear her call I drift into the darkness; to a land so far away A place where dreamers live, where dreamers wish to stay That is the only place Where I can see my best friend again It all seems so real That I wish it would never end In this place I've befriended a dragon And have gone into battle before I've ridden a majestic unicorn And swam with dolphins near the golden shore I somehow could talk to animals And with the eagles I could fly My soul and imagination grow strong here So they will never die But morning always finds me Its sweet singing light is my retreiver When night falls again I will return to that beautiful land And back into the arms of the Dreamweaver
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I am a person who loves to dream.
I can just lay still all day and dream of all sorts of things.
At night, I love to dream, mostly about animals and fantasies,
yes, I guess you can say that I believe in the unbelievable.
This poem was written for a school project, but I got my ideas
from my experiences in dreaming. All of the things
written in my poem, are things that I have actually dreamt before
and I made up a being...a kind old lady who is the one who
makes dreams possible. This lady is...well, like an angel and
she is known as the Dreamweaver. She is the one who weaves
dreams into your head so that you can experience them. This is
a fantasy poem, and it has a lot of meaning to me.
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