Well, sometimes I wake up at night.
And there is eerie sound from the outside
With enough courage I open the door.
Everything starts tumbling out around me
The most wonderful things.
The beauty of the night...
Stars dancing against the dark.
Crescent moon breaking through sunlit lakes.
Cotton candy clouds struggling to withhold this force.
Trees swaying against violent midnight wind.
Empty roads leading to the wild forests
Chirping of early birds.
Catching up on late bedtime stories told under canopies.
I can see it... I can feel it...
They already know of the dreams better than I do.