Angel Dust

I remember that dream, like I dreamt it last night,
And I can only hope that it can be repeated tonight.
For a little girl in a world that she longed to escape,
It was a window to a land that was happiness-shaped.

In this world the sky was a gorgeous light blue:
Everything that was spoken was beautiful and true.
The faces on the people, were turned up into a grin,
The smiles were not a mask; they came from within.

The angel tucked me into bed, and kissed me on the cheek:
"Goodnight, my dear, don't be afraid, I'll visit you next week.
Embrace the unreal, remembering all is not as it seems,
The best in all our worlds today is delivered to us in dreams."