The Art Of Dreaming

Dawn Golden

Empty is the world that's known to you 
 I left it behind, to eternity I broke through 
 Thousand times I dreamt and woke up in my bed 
 One time in another dream, on earth I was dead 

 I know of seven gates of dreaming 
 That one can enter into a separate reality 
 Not in ordinary dreams, they are not as the seem 
 Nothing real, the dreamer's fantasy 

 But if the dreamer starts to get control 
 Entities of other dimensions cross his way 
 His dreambody awakes and the wings of his soul 
 But woe to those not strong enough, a deadly price they pay