Rest in silence, Sweet Dream Maker.
There is much for you
tomorrow.
Sleep until your name is
called
And you can rise renewed,
refreshed.
Visions visit in the
darkness,
Become clear with light
of day,
Seek fruition once your
passion
Fills the mind with
clarity.
It is you who holds the
spark,
Quick the human breast
inspires
With vapory wisdom,
reaching deep
To grasp at fleeting
fantasy.
If only I could find your
lair,
Touch your secrets, dark
and deep,
What untold wisdom could
be found
To know the chamber where
you sleep.
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