If you dream of a room that shouldn’t be there,
Or a stranger you know with the fairest of hair,
Or of a time that isn’t now,
Or of a place that isn’t here,
You may have been visited by this sightseer
Starweaver floats through the dreams of the sleeper
Sometimes you wake, sometimes you drift deeper
Into a realm where anything exists
Where time lasts as long as your dream will persist
He watches events as your dream unfolds…
He guides you, he watches you,
He offers suggestions,
He lets you see things that you know you should question
He hopes that your dreams will help you feel good,
And he’ll make them come true
…
If only he could.
(A slight reworking of a post from 2013)
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