The Dreamer

by Hope in Oregon

as the sky darkens and the stars come out

the world falls into sleep

but the dreamer is just rising

putting on his white robe, and white shoes

stepping out into the night

he sings a slow, sad song

of dreams and hopes and shattered realitys

and all the children

listen

to what he has to say

they listen in their sleep

dreaming beautiful images of

meadows and fluffy clouds

and every child knows

as they float away into the white

clouded dream-state,

that each dream like a flower

whispering into their minds

is the work of

the dreamer.