O’ Land of dreams,
I look to thee,
For perceptibility.
O’ Land of dreams,
Help me to view,
A glad fantasy anew.
O’ Land of dreams,
Let me there land,
On golden shore, bright and grand.
O’ Land of dreams,
Grant me true rest,
On a bed with fair-lace dressed.
O’ Land of dreams,
Bid me repose,
Within kindly dreams enclose.
K. Aldaya, 10/31/04
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Tonight,
All the world rests their heads.
Lying down in their known beds.
Every soul yawns a yawn,
To last until the breaking dawn.
Every eye is shutting tight,
Speaking to the moon goodnight.
All the troubles of their day,
Are floating off,
Are miles away.
Tonight, thoughts are replaced with dreams,
Where happiness passionately beams.
K. Aldaya, 7/20/04
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Light fades,
Silence falls.
Hair un-braids,
Bed calls.
Crickets sound,
Most still.
Sleep found,
New fill.
Dark covers,
Dreams arise.
Moon hovers,
Night: wise.
K. Aldaya, 6/18/03
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
