Feed your head
We are such stuff as dreams are made on:
Even pretty Missy moon was sad tonight.
Her tears flowed as rain
Dreaming would never be the same.
Winds blow the calm right out of the trees.
Wetness and wild bloomed like wild flowers.
Today two people kissed for the first time.
Time slid away as they dissolved each into each.
This dream of youth
Drunk with all the merry nothings of the young
We sing our songs
Seize the passingness of day
Gather all your dreams together
Then give them clean away:
Human souls forever young
With the sun in the air, on the beach, in the mountains, along city streets
In the evenings we still laugh at nothing at all
For the faeries bless us, kiss our children and make deep the lakes of sleep
As those with open hands sleep the waking dreams
Of Prospero's island
Under snow white bunches of fragrant stars