in bed when the clock strikes twelve,
when all things roam and dwell.
This is the moment
when time stands still,
when all your wildest dreams fulfilled.
This time in which your dolls dance and sing
and you asleep don’t hear a thing.
A time where mystical beasts exist
and all the fairies take to wing
and you asleep don’t see a thing.
at early dawn, when all is done
and life is as it seems,
you awaken and continue
to dream those fabulous dreams.