The Realm of Dreams

A dreamer lost in the land of daylight
the forgotten nightmares within her grasp
she sang of the stars and the moon
she told of a far a way land
a realm in which her beloved awaited her
freedom of the world she belonged too
and she bid ado to all those she knew
a vagabond, a slave to her ideals
and when Prince Charming did away with his life
she ruled as justly as she could in her mourning state
eventually finding love with the fairies
and learning that love isn't always a fairytale
while she held close to her first love's memory.

One day a wise man asked how could she not weep
and she pulled out a flask
"I was told if I put all my tears away my heart would mend
instead I found love can not be forgotten
but that life is an ever going wonder
see the sun rise
the beauty of the clouds
a blend of hues."
Remember she whispered
the first kiss in the hay fields
the heat of summer at the tips of your fingers.
The wise man muttered at such a reply
and left saying he return upon another day.

The disillusioned princess couldn't love beyond her caring ways
no prince would whisk her away, her heart was not to be won
she was ice when love came along
she locked away a part of her heart
and lost the key along the way

she did not deserve love
she was the forgotten one
she journeyed far and wide
meeting beautiful damsels and dashing youth
but did not find love in the dragon's flame nor on the rainbow's tears
she needed someone
and though some she considered
they all had another
so she continued her sojourn
looking for herself in treasure troves, shattered dreams, and the hearts of man
she drank moonlight wine with the quiet folk
it tasting of lunar dreams
revealing nothing but the caged melancholy within her withered heart
she was caring and kind ruling from each part of her realm as she traveled by night
laughter was her sustenance but she was not filled
she swam with the clouds
slept in the hollows of trees with slumbering fairies

she remembers the neighing of dying horses
the smell of hay and the burning smell of gun powder
and when she visited the man in the sea he had nothing to say
and she remembers these days that go by like rainbows in the sky.


And the angels sang a dying tune
as the man was lowered into his grave
and remember, remember
the stars did not always shine
dreams are made of broken glass, shattered hearts, and scattered stars
remember always and forever
dreams are not meant for living
remember, remember
the old man by the sea
who only wanted
only lived as if he was a fairy
remember his death was unrecorded
remember he was forgotten by all the ones he loved
remember the angels' voices
beautiful and melancholy
life in its fullest
dreams long forgotten brought back from nightmare depths
remember, remember
remember always this poor storyteller's last words
for the wisdom of the immortals given
can be so easily lost
remember the sun used to sing
the stars used to dance
remember they didn't always fall

and those who dwelt within the moon
took the young woman
to a place where the King had suddenly died
the mourning Queen wished for her son to immediately wed
she refused to rule
the princess felt pity
she took this union for friendship
but in the sweltering summer the following year
rowing through the milky-way
she fell in love
and became the empress of the stars
ruling justly and fairly
with a vial of tears swinging from her neck.

When her second King died
a jousting event gone terribly wrong
she did not cry
she went to the mountains to weep
but as she settled into a secluded grove
a unicorn arose from beneath a willow tree
daylight streaming through his glittering mane.

Have you ever wonder why death comes so often to those you wed? His silvery voice floated on the breeze.
And she stared from where she stood
long strands of hair flowing to the light appearing multi-color.
Perhaps you look in the wrong places for the beloved you so seek.
Go back to whence you came and look among the rosebushes
then find me once again here in this place.
She bowed her head and blew the star dust that had settled in her hair
summoning those from beyond the place she grown to love
and whisper-y wings wrapped around her
she flew past the oceans and vastness of the deserts
filled with towering cacti and softly falling rain
before being gently placed in the garden of her youth.

Fresh from the rain
rivulets of water drooping from her brow
tottering she got to her feet
the sky was greeting the sleepy sun
the clouds were a myriad of hues
of creamy orange and vibrant pink
gingerly she walked upon the smooth marble path
passing intricate fountains and scores of flowers
but the roses had yet to be found.

A low breathy lilting song reached her ears
calling from further down the path
brushing through foliage and stumbling slightly over smooth stones strewn upon the path
and there seated aside the cerulean roses
was a slender girl with billowy cerulean hair
her violet eyes were distant as if seeing something only she could see
when the princess slowly edged closer the singing stopped
the girl stood
and there was silence for a moment before a hand was outstretched.
But before it could be clasped
a wind arose
swirling and blinding
and the princess stood in the grove she had stumbled upon not so long ago.

The unicorn stood watching with amethyst eyes
in a quiet voice she spoke
And who was she may I inquire?
He shook his head before replying.
The one you met rules the forests of the North
she is the one you are meant to spend your days with.
And how do you know?
Because the stars tell me all that I need to know which I give to those who are just and good even through trial.
She stared quizzically at him.
What am I suppose to do? She sighed and slumped wearily to the ground.
He nuzzled her face.
Time will dance with you two for a time. You mustn't worry.
Look for the cherry trees in this grove she'll be playing a lute. Tell her of your realms.
And with that the Unicorn walked toward the sun.

With an unwavering gait she entered the tiny grove once more
the trees in various stages of season change
past winter and fall
the smell of bonfires and the coolness of snow
before greeted by the heat of summer
then the sweet smell of flowers in bloom arrived with sweet music notes
the aroma she had was dark not as in evil or foreboding
but like the cloak of night mixing with her persona
it was like a music note being struck
clear and sweet resonating within you
this time a hand was grasped and a waltz had begun.

They lived in jovial harmony
and some days in chaotic discord
but there love was unrivaled
and the young queen whispered to herself
remember remember this wasn't always the way things have always been.

And so the loving queen passed many a year
holding hands with the stars
drinking from rainbows
roasting marshmallows over dragon's fire
and dancing with a beauty that had hair like woven water
while the tears she had collected had been created into a necklace she proudly wore.
These two ruled the heavens neither dying but becoming the rulers of dreams themselves.
Ever youthful.
And that is the story of how dreams came to be sovereign-ed.