Poets live in their dreams
In the far away worlds
Where everything is possible
They live in the beauty of the day
Where all the dark fades in their way.
But some poets live in the dark
The sadness has taken their burning heart
And they lighten their burden
By composing a poem.
Yet the dreams of those poets
Will not be dark and hopeless
Phantasies are the most valued for them
Helping to escape and reform
This gift is fair and everlasting
What the dreams bestow.