sweet dreams
In the realm where dreams do weave their silent dance, There floats a vision, pure and oh so bright, A girl named Morgan, with her long, flowy strands Of blonde, like rivers of gold in the night.
Each night she comes, a whisper in the dark, Her hair, a cascade of light, soft and free, Through the landscapes of my slumber, she glides, A beacon of beauty, serene, just for me.
Her eyes, they sparkle with stars’ own light, In dreams, they hold a universe so vast, With every blink, they cast a spell so sweet, That holds my heart in dreams forever fast.
Her laughter, like a melody of the breeze, Echoes through the chambers of my mind, And with her presence, all my worries cease, In her ethereal grace, peace I find.
Morgan, with her hair like sunlit streams, Drifts through my dreams, a nightly guest, A vision of beauty, pure and fair, She’s the dream that I hold closest to my chest.
So every night, I lay my head to rest, To meet her in that world where dreams do play, For in my dreams, with Morgan, I am blessed, To see her hair in moonlight, dance and sway.
