Textrix Somniorum

Oh, little dream, come back to me,
And weave more stories of eternal spring.
Show me once more that unknown land
Of glistening star and glistening sand.

Reflect my thoughts in a shallow mirror.
Evaporate those that remain austere.
Spin them into a moonlit web,
And place it securely within my head.

Direct my eyes to the place within,
Where my lovely, treasured dreams doth spin.
Treat me so with a wondrous surprise,
Whilst scrapping those with moans and cries.

A place where cuckoo clocks strike thirteen,
And denizens of Genidox lurk unseen.
Remind me of royalty once revered,
Where toast is indeed a thing to be feared.

Six-armed piano prodigies play,
Until the very first light of day.
And the banished dream to the darkness creeps,
Until the next time I fall asleep.