“On the other side of reality is your own imagination, your personal perceptions, viewpoints, dreams, hopes, desires, and creations, which comprise Your Own Universe…. YOU.”
A candy-colored clown they call the sandman tiptoes to my room every night just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper, “Go to sleep. Everything is alright.”
I close my eyes, Then I drift away…into the magic night.
I softly say a silent prayer, like dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream… my dreams of you.
In dreams I walk with you.
In dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you’re mine.
All of the time we’re together… In dreams… In dreams.
But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I can’t help it… I can’t help it if I cry.
I remember that you said “goodbye”.
It’s too bad that all these things can only happen in my dreams…
(Painting by Maxfield Parrish – ‘Morning, Spring’)
Sometimes I feel that Life is A Dream.
The priests say that Life is A Dream of The Gods….
Yet, I often think that My Life is My Own Dream.
If I am Dreaming My Own Life, perhaps I Am A God?