Music Of Dreams Poem by Fay Slimm

Dreams conjure sight of a faraway lake
Breaking diamonds into sound melodies.
Let me dream on.
All askim are tiniest fish, taking
In sunshine's symphonic dapples, quelling
Discord they ripple out notes of such high
Harmony, and leave the watery deep
Humming more lows. Now woodwinds are trying
To outdo this floodsong. Air flowing keeps
It all musically tied. Dreams orchestrate
Beautiful rhapsody if we but hear.
I will dream on.
Music in streams reviving creations'
Fantasies beckon me back so clearly
I must dream on.