The Pathway of Dreams “And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.” -H.W. Longfellow, The Day is Done
The Dream Pathway beyond the Day leads from the fair Moon’s sheen. The silver light in the darkness of night carries me away unseen.
Up the threaded stair through the night’s dark hair enchantment lifts my feet; a high stairway with white star-spray lit by the stars’ silver fleet.
To a window there up in the air I step up with delight; whisked away beyond the day and the terrors of the night.
And sudden I smell the sea tide’s swell and salt water crisp on the air. On the gem-filled shore of white Evermore a misty breeze fluttered my hair.
Then a deep-toned bell in the great citadel caused me to look up in alarm – but I was fair and free on the shores of the sea and naught could do me harm.
But I turned my face to the city with haste – light laughter I heard far away. On the golden street no one did I meet, and I wondered what brought them away.
When I found it at last my old grief had passed, I beheld with wonder sublime a garden bright I saw with delight unmarred by the passing of time.
With flowers red upon my head and silver upon my brow, I ran my hand through the soft white sand and all but wondered, how?.
But it faded away to the breaking day and my heart was rent in despair; for it was all a dream, and now it would seem there was no other place so fair.
But as my tears fell a fragrant smell I thought that I knew came to me. I looked in my hand and from Elvenland was a bright gem from the white sea.
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