In a Dream

I fall asleep under the loving face of the moon;

She casts a spell and makes you doze off to her mystic tune,

She is the leading lady of the rendition.

The crickets form a soothing orchestra

They crescendo softly,

Caressing me in a soft low mumir of their chirp.

The brassy bell shaped flowers bellow a mighty cry for the divine to arise.

Holy mother of earth speaks to me,

Telling me to keep my promise to thee.

To follow my heart and to always be true to thee.

As I make my promise a new sound arises

The modern street music starts to build steadily,

Car horns, fighting neighbors, and my alarm buzzing,

Waking me from the sweetest dream of finally being at peace.