Dreams

Quick, lead me to your field of dreams,
And I’ll take you to the forest of my dream.
There, we’ll build a campfire, cook smore’s
And count the many stars above.

Then we’ll love, laugh and live with the moon,
Until it disappears far beyond our view.
Make haste, tarry not, for we’ve no time to hesitate,
Dreams they call, fading fast from memory.