Of What a Dream

Resting now on Morpheus sweet mirth,
Visions alight and glorious sparks birth,
Of what a dream!
Slowly drinking the Lotus sweet nectar,
Troubles and joys I will not remember,
Floating aloft a chilling December,
Of what a dream!
Gliding upon Baku's green back,
Astral realms filled with fantasy and facts,
Peaceful bliss consumes the icy black,
Wherever the Sandman guides me forwards or back,
Of what a dream!
Aloft upon velvet clouds singing,
Torrents of colors constantly ringing,
Eyes that beheld miraculous offerings,
Carried to an Xandu of blessings,
Of what a dream!
Confined within my utopianism mind,
Distilled of purified anger divine,
No more am I bound of bitterness wine,
Free at last to explore the end of time,
Of what a dream!