They live beyond horizons
Not yet achieved
And in flashes of color
Too brilliant to be believed
In flicking flames of campfires
Dancing in the silver moonlight
And the next page of books
That sets imagination to flight
Among the woodland sounds
Where  birds chirp with abandon
Brooks babble along with carefree joy
And flowers grow completely random
In those patterns that nature designs
In those soft notes practiced fingers strum
Along the curves of an acoustic guitar or the body of a lover
Those are the places where dreams come from