Dreamsmith Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Just all it takes at times' to go to sleep:
To frame the sweetest dreams 'nyone could have,
And help, perhaps, all whom can't stop to grieve,
To show them how 'nto rabbits holes to creep.
Just all it takes at times' to dive too deep,
Inside unconscious minds and try to salve:
The seething beast in need of but some love;
I cry a lullaby and hope he'd weep.
I need no water nor a handful 'f fire;
It takes yet one who has enough to wail,
Not dreads, nor cares of consequences dire,
And harkens still to my well tailored tale.
I live to fill what empty hearts desire;
I guess, alas, all dreams are lies for sale!