In her sleep, she does not dream
but she is the keeper of all dreams
be it good or bad
She is the one who tends to
the Garden of Dreams
her fantasies coming to life
She dances upon the flower petals,
the sun caressing her smooth skin
In this realm of eternal slumber,
this world of fairies and fantasy,
she is the Dream Keeper.
For all eternity her dance goes on
It will continue, so long as people dream
Her heart soars to the blue sky,
a smile on her face as she dances.
The dance of fantasy and hope.
She is the Dream Keeper,
the one who controls all dreaming
Her dance on flowers continues
and she only wishes, just once,
that she, too, could dream
