A Place in My Dreams

I know a place in my dreams;

An island, as big as a trireme

Around it, though, there is no sea;

Float it does, through the galaxy

Swirling clouds surround its base;

Beautiful moon, it does always face

I look around, and glimpse the two trees;

The rest is grass, cool under my bare feet

Under the gnarled tree I sit;

The Earth below it, a hollow pit

Across the isle, I see the oak;

Its highest branch holds the web like a cloak

I pluck the grass and make a thread;

And weave another wish to the web

While my dreams never come true;

And my thoughts, always going back to you

I gaze around at the galaxies;

The stars and comets, all at peace

The eons taught them what I don't know;

The joy is there after every sorrow

They attempt to teach, and I try to learn;

A change in myself, I can discern

But the morning's here, its time to leave;

And see if troubles this hope can cleave

If my hopes break,  if Fate makes them shatter;

The lessons of night, I will not remember

Tonight I'll add another hope to my web;

It won't matter then, if the old ones are dead

The galaxies will be silent, and the grass, green;

When I retire tonight, to the place in my dreams