The Dreamer

The Dreamer

The dreamer dreams her dream
Through the shadows and the mist
Everything becomes so clear

The wild cries can be heard so near by
Walking amongst the hallowed ground
Under a cinnamon sky
Dreams of moonlight and thousands
Of stars in the beautiful night sky

Where the dreamer travels to so frequently
To let her spirit leap and bound
Her soul sores to the heavens doors
This is where she walks in peace
Knowing only tranquility

Now she too cries out to the night
With pride and honor
For the dreamer is just and right

Till yet another cinnamon sky comes
And the moonlight falls
You'll find the dreamer
Waiting without dismay