Crawling out of wide open books strewn around there beds
The final page they read is where I reside
Thats where I, a dream bringer hides
I bring them to children, who read before there eyes slide shut
The kids who can never get enough reading
The ones who’s eyes close as they keep reading late into the night
I pull my little body out of there books and rest in there hair
I bring dreams from there novels, short stories, poems, series any writing really
They transport into the world of make-believe
I let every kid dream about what they always wished was real
Sometimes they are night-mares
I have no control
Simply, I bring them the dreams of books
Whatever part they left up on there they get put in
The kids make up the rest of the book in there dream
All because of dream bringer me
While, I bring fanticifal dreams.. I am weak
I am simple
Five lines and a circle
I am stick figure
Drawn in harsh black ink
I don’t even have eyes, or a nose or mouth
I never see the sleeping children, I cant even hear them
Somehow I know they are there
Every young bibliophile has there own dream bringer
We never meet the others so life is lonely
The kids don’t even know we are there
But, I still love it
I can somehow feel there smile even though I cannot see it.
My dreamer was perfect
A different book every night
New stories, she loved it
I brought a dream of magic and wizards
I brought a dream of fighting to death
I brought a dream of being part god
I brought dreams of love
I brought every dream imaginable
All perfect
At some point she stop reading
Books are replaced by phones and laptops
Then I have no purpose
They grew up and lost the fantastical world of books they once comfortably resided in
I am a dream bringer
A lost one at that
My dreamer is grown and doesn't care about books
I am a lost dream bringer
My dreamer is lost as well
But, still every night I wait to bring sweet dreams once more.
