Dream-Walker

He dances through the shadows
Of Imagination's Plane.
He slowly wanders meadows
And here he feels no pain.

 

From his dreams his world is made,
Green mountains, steep and high,
Through flowing rivers does he wade
And here he will not die.

 

Forever young, immortal,
As his eyes close for the night.
While asleep he passes through the portal
To a place where his life is not a fight.

 

Through time and space he wanders,
Across worlds and stars he roams.
It gives him time to ponder
Which place does he call "Home"?

 

And when he comes to meet his end

Then finally will he die.

He'll meet his dreams, his friends

And in his dreams will he lie.