Through the night these dreams do ride,
over the hill down the slide.
By the lake that dances merry,
around the mountains that sing to Sheri.
Passing over the ocean's waves,
O how I dread the days.
Up the trees past the moon,
through the enchanting desert's dune.
Dreams fly on through the night,
like a dove in angelic flight.
Time can't halt these flying wonders,
only the sun can open the shutters.
Jessica Gulley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-fly-on/
