I dreamt of a land by the sapphire sea
Whence the swallows came.
In that land there dwelt a girl.
Sharon was her name.
She was as fair as Queen Anne's Lace.
The oceans were in her eyes.
Alabaster was her face
Kissed by azure skies.
She said, "Have you broken the golden bowls
Or heard the clocks that chime?
Like silver ponies with long pink manes
Galloping through time?
Never the days turned into years
And never the dreamers slept
Like dreamers sleep in that beautiful land
Where the box with the dreams are kept."
"Can the box be sold for silver or gold?"
"No, an infinite price has been set."
"Then I'll open the box when I'm old and cold
But I won't open it yet."
Away, away, ye beautiful dreams!
But isn't it curious how
That it should seem to dreamers who dream
That I might have forgotten you now?
Never a day I didn't kiss
The picture that you left.
Yes, it was one of the treasures
In the box where the dreams are kept.
So I broke the locks and opened the box.
It ws dazzling to my eyes.
The dreams flew out and filled the seas,
And then they filled the skies.
She said, "You must cast a silver net
And fish the sapphire sea.
Till you behold the dreams of gold
And find the dreams that be.
You must fly away like a bird of prey
For the dreams that take to the skies.
You must catch them in a golden net
Like you would a butterfly."