For @one-time-i-dreamt, the fae we all know best.
Warden of the vault of secrets where records of nightly journeys are kept.
Conductor of those bittersweet and heartfelt visits, when those whoāve gone before us return for brief and savored moments when there not quite as gone as when we wake.
Teaching us not to take for granted our waking lives where normalcy is the expectation; the unusual is feared and fled.
When we dream our senses slumber imagination long discarded wakes. To bring to life our fears and passions, our fiercest loves and deepest hates.
We dream of drowning, flying, laughing; crying, dying, sometimes of being next to you.
We dream of things we canāt imagine, and also of things we wish were only thoughts.
In dreams our waking selves have no power, to enforce rules and keep chaos at bay,
and so our minds begin to wander, and you come in to help and play.
You shepherd our thoughts and quiet musings, planting seeds to reap and share.
With all of us, we few, we many, whose lives are filled with dreary grey,
And hearing about the imagined lives of others, and what they want themselves to know,
brings to our minds a quiet subconscious wondering, what should I tell me so I may grow?
Our beds are easels, you our muse, you cut off our reigns and set us loose,
When next you come upon me napping, nodding off, or merely snoozing,
Please bring me a dream of peace, of idyllic meadows and happy days.
Or bring me one of tempered sorrow, with just enough despair to appreciate my joy filled days.
But above all else this wish I ask you,
Bring me a dream of a better future, and what we must do to change our ways.
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