On sleeping mallows tween the worlds so every night my seeking goes to the land of Nod Better than fuel food or fire the falling off senses I desire and rest thing its a sense thing a little rest a lot of play my avater my come what may in the dream time Flying landing kings and men I can don most anything In the dream time healing beating nailing down conquering sharing all thats sound in the dream time warm and safe dogs at the door no gang or mace to spoil the fall in the dream time the perfect tailor made the dream falling behind the days obscene and make it alright repairs greymatter blood and bone all the rest adds I know in the dream time Talk to God their at home dont need no royal throne cos its allaround eternities bound in the dream time Its the rite of man and beast alike to rest and mend sleep at night theres more to dimension number three more than the physical eye can see In the dream time love shines on thee In the dream time just like death what weve made will be our guest in the dream time our walled gardens safe and sound beauties hearts make the throne in the kingdom Creation on finger tips warm pressed lips All that is love in the dream time
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:11:19 +0000