Close your eyes and follow me.  

I’ll lead you to the dreamer’s library

Where adventures await the young and old,

A story of your choosing, begging to be told.

Though shelves of dreams are all around,

It is a place where nightmares cannot be found.

For you alone create the stories found here,

And you alone are the listening ear.

So choose a dream, and off you go

To a place that no one else can know.

Where will you choose? A faraway land?

A beach with only palm trees and sand?

Or perhaps at a park just down the street,

Where you and friends can secretly meet?

Dreams are yours to pick and choose

Just like your outfit, or a new pair of shoes.

So pick what you like, choose what feels right,

Be it far off adventures, or a daring sword fight.

But first, close your eyes and make not a peep,

So you can enter the dreamer’s sleep.