To Dream A Dream

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I lie here with my thoughts quiet,
the voices in my head serene,
I slip away from consciousness,
slip into a dream.

Where people chase starlight,
and catch moonbeams in their hand,
accompanied by cats with marble eyes,
and a quiet small jazz band.

I marvel at the stunning sky,
knowing the sun will be up soon,
I attend a tea party with mice,
with little teacups and silver spoons.

I run across meadows,
and fly kites with ribbons on the ends,
I skip rocks across ponds,
and laugh with friends.

I feel warmth around me, 
and my eyes open slowly,
I adjust to the light,
as they open completely.

To dream a dream,
that is so kind,
is a fortunate, happy,
joyful rare find.

To dream a dream,
that is as good as this,
eases you into readiness,
for sunshine's sweet kiss. 

13/3/2021.

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