Dreams
Dreams If dreams like snowflakes softly fell Or flowed like spring from unknown dells And rustled in the twilight’s breeze Or fluttered low beneath the trees And gently sung a lullaby As stars peeked out from windows high For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do Have kissed the weary lucky few And now they slumber in a trance And journey through the lost expanse But save the chosen kindred few That watch the heavens fade from view For the hushed and restless now behold With envy as the dawn takes hold