Morning dawns, the sun arises.
Shadows cast by earthly forms
are born again to sight.
And so the world spins
in consciousness.

Moon and stars, alight within
the ever-dreaming night,
retain the scheme of dreams
that might have been.

Ah but then, the morning dawns,
without the dream come true.
Reality comes flashing back, and yet
there is a moment of pure magic -
there just in between. When dreams
and this reality are one.

Morning dawns. Perhaps this time,
the dream will just live on...

? Michaelette ?