Deep in the night in a slumbered hush,

Nestled in pillows so soft and lush.

Cradled and rocked by a lullaby,

Ear fondled and caressed in a hushaby.

Pillowed by swaying breezes gently blown,

Carried on feathered wings softly flown.

Peaceful the serenity is instilled into the night,

As eider tufted wings cajole one into flight.

With unknown destination, upon a pillowed ride,

Into a land where mists and smokey hazes abide.

There to stay as the tales, tale is told,

In a land formed and cast by the dream makers mold.

Nurtured and caressed by recesses of the mind,

The dream will grow and flower in kind.

In the mind the dream will linger and stay,

Where dreams are left to soar at the end of the day.