Whispers from my Dreams

Last night I walked on magical skies,
 Where stars were fish with glowing eyes.
A clock grew wings and flew away,
While mountains danced at break of day.

 I spoke with trees that knew my name,
And rode a cloud like it was tame.
 The moon wore shoes and sang to me,
A lullaby in silver key.

 Dreams are doors with melting walls,
Where time forgets and silence calls.
 I’ll see you there beyond the seam—
 In that soft land we call a dream.