In the dark silk of sleep, celestial irresponsibility whispers my name,

Calling me to that secret and silent place that is both, close and afar,

A place of oblivion where I shed my earthly shackles to reach for a star

Or have cerebral freedom to have myriad visions that I alone can claim.

Waking problems wane into the abyss, while waxing to sweet release,

I quietly rejoice, enthusiastically embracing the silken silence of my dreams,

Where anything and everything are possible and nothing is as it seems,

So mind, body and soul are tenderly swathed with dream's sweet peace.