The stars upon the canvas, spotted dotted, painted white,
Night sky crisp with dreamer's dreams, streaming through the sky,
Can you interpret these flying dreams?
Dancing through the scheme of things,
Oh look, there's a pretty one wearing candy pink,
There's a rugby players dream, decked in a stripy shirt,
A babies dream wriggled slightly by,
not fully able to understand,
Catching dreams of babies, is in such great demand,
In dreams of innocence, and chuckling smiles, so tiny, they make not much sense.
Along trips a nightmare, a terror of war,
hold on tight, the fiery steed of passion scares,
What was caught in your dreams last night, can you remember?
(C) Livvi