Little Pillow

I was a pillow on a bed
so unhappy so full of dread
I saw a shooting star one night
and was transported by moonlight
I landed in a foreign place
with stardust glitter on my face
and when I stood and looked around
I saw a small enchanted town
A trumpet's song, a sparrow's cry
a band of pillows marching by
and without so much as a clue
and not knowing what to do
I joined the pillows on their quest
and felt myself to be quite blessed
Over hill and over dell
right into their steps I fell
and when the pillows stopped their feet
a King stood their upon the street
"Hear ye, hear ye, I don't know you
Why have you come, tell me true"
And as I stood their with the rest
he stared me down, I must confess
I was quite taken back with fear
how could I make my feelings clear
"Kind Sir," I softly said
"I'm just a pillow on a bed,
Do you not know the hurt in me
for a pillow's all I'll ever be"
The King said "Come, lets take a walk,
and have ourselves a little talk"
Together we walked awhile
and his wisdom made me smile
As we slowly walked, he spoke
with his words my sadness broke
He but reminded me of who
loved me when the day was through
With gratitude I walked alone
and suddenly I was at home
Once again upon your bed
our young souls, head to head
My little friend who just turned two
we've got some growing up to do
Great adventures while you sleep
heartfelt secrets still to keep
Just hold onto me really tight
say your prayers then close your eyes
I'll gladly catch the colored strings
and be there when you care to dream