The Dream King

Dream King

The thorny branches reach and scratch the sky
The sun has left and night has come it seems
And I’m in dreamless fighting through the night

Remembering the dream is always strife
Like sand my dreams will drift within my head
But I can bear in mind the ending dream

I dreamed a kingdom ruled by sovereign wraith
Who wants to reign the best of all regimes.
The king of all: the sick, the sad, the strong

The moon appears to be a hole up high
A dream a school to bring the wise some cheer
I know because I felt it in my dream

I bear in mind the dream that I revere.
Upon his mind my Soul would now bestow
A crown alive with gladiola swords

They bloom although they died a month ago
They bloom upon his head although they’re dead
The blooms exemplify what I had known

The moon opens a hole up in the sky
In institution called the dream I find
He wants to be the king of all my dreams

To build a lake of joy around his throne
A monument of sand upon the beach
A dream a school to learn the way of life

The light pours through to reach my open eye
The morning sun becomes a guiding light.
Reveals a field of squash and hollow gourds

The red of rose against the fluff of green
The birds cooperate upon a limb
I know because the dream I bear in mind.

The light has caused my mind to now unwind
Return to sleep is now within my reach
The business of the birds alive in song

They tweet and orchestrate a hymn.
I learned to listen with a certain gait
Improves the pruning as I conjugate

Remembering the dream is always strife
I dreamed a kingdom ruled by sovereign wraith
With crown alive with gladiola swords

He wants to be the king of all my dreams
The birds cooperate upon a limb
They tweet, and orchestrate a hymn.