I dream of things I hate or fear,

Of flood and fire and dragon’s wings,

That those I love just disappear, 

And myriad other hateful things.

But I also dream of unicorns,

Of stars that stud the moonlit skies,

Of fairies blowing magic horns,

Of delicate, dancing dragonflies.

I dream of worlds that must exist,

Some at night and some by day, 

I dream of being in a sylvan tryst,

Glorying in the Milky Way. 

© Caro Ness 2015  

Artist Unknown