Poetry

Kingdom Of Dreams.

The kingdom of dreams sits at the edge of the universe.
For they say the dead sometimes come to play and the living hide there in their sleep.
Never ending because dreams never die.
A mixture of pure imagination and ones reality.
For maybe this place doesn't even exist.
But does really anything exist?
And with that question I shall continue to dream in the many shades of human perception.
For when I die I will leave the Grim Reaper's graveyard and head straight for the sun.
And from there I'll dream forever with the rest of lost souls.
Do not search for me unless I am what your dreams are made of.
Never harbored by loves guilty hand but with love comes all dreams.
And I happen to dream of me and you.
This kingdom shall be ours, you my king and I your queen.
For in this dream we shall never die.