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.