What Dreams May Come?

Lying awake and covered by stars

I can imagine a kingdom not far

My secret garden!

“Just close your eyes…

And here we are”

The land of the Arden

Mystical places and magical beings

I just can’t wait for all of those things

In my secret garden

Miracles, Fantasies… is what

Morpheus Brings

The land of the hidden

And if I not sleep

Then I’ll maybe weep

“You, which I receive

Will now fall asleep”

Now fly over the land

And feel the wind between your hands

Hold on the rain that looms

And feed the rivers of the Moon

I might become the night

Black crow will guide you to the gates

Will leave you on a place of a mystical race

“In thy garden, Fiddler?”

Guardians will ask you

The wisdom of ages

“The land of the riddler”

Librarian will show you the book of the sage

The world of the fables, the spell of the mage

“My secret lore”

The land of Arcadia

Revealed on this pages

Forevermore

Now fly over the land

And feel the wind between your hands

Hold on the rain that looms

And feed the rivers of the Moon

I might become the night

That lights the path of life

And if I awake

Then what will I make?

“You, which I embrace

Won’t forget this place”

Now fly over the land

And feel the wind between your hands

Hold on the rain that looms

And feed the rivers of the Moon

Now why won’t you stand

Above the stars until the end?

And ask for me to do

To turn this dream a deja-vu

I might become the light

That shines and transcends the life