Rest your face against mine.
I'll listen to you dreaming,
Until the morning time.
I'll fight off nefarious nightmares, and unnerving incubus ,
Presenting the pleasant dreams and filtering the vicious.
When you awake
I'll reflect it,
All the dreams that I've collected.
They're stored within my seams,
Intact,
Where they can run free and be enact.
When you return,
To rest again,
to sleep upon me, to hold my reigns
Lead me, weeping willow.
For, I am your faithful pillow.