I searched behind the harbor mist

Where craving lips had once longed to kiss

But fate was hiding one last twist

That pillowed moment did not exist.

Dreams are meant to take you places

Your mind unpacks familiar faces

Grasping at the barest traces

Against wakeful moments your body braces.

Each dusk begins the rushed elation

To once again begin creation

Head to pillow in anticipation

A world contrived by need of salvation.

Doors open and close upon demand

Each wish is granted upon command

Here in this place, your life is grand

Lies the sleeping King of Dreamland.