Dreamland

There is an interesting bed

So comfortable to lay on

With soft sheet of crimson red

Comforting you till awake is gone

It's frame is made of

Solid chestnut oak

With a mattress as soft as a infants love Whispering almost incoherently, it spoke

"Drift away with me

Into another land

A place where you're free

And inner voice, is your private band."

"As bards once found

Their nightly rest

Under stars shining profound

With only music in their breasts

Rhythm's comforting sound"

"Dreamland a land of sleep

Realities and troubles slowly leap

Away, and never cause you to weep."

"Dreamland is where visions unknown

Do not exist, for it is very well known

That this is the land, where dreams are sewn."

"Dreamland is a sight to see, a scene;

But don't take my advice, rest on me

And travel to this land most rapidly!

A land so clean, and totally serene!"

"This passage lies...

Behind your eyes

Close them tight

So devoid of light

And I'll give you sight"

Upon this advice,

I didn't think twice;

Of to somewhere nice,

From reality my mind did splice.

Sleep found on the bed,

And visions filled my head;

Of every fear and each dread,

Arriving at, a nightmare instead!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker