Treasure Island

Rik Bertrand

(18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)


Now I lay me down to sleep, to sleep, to sleep,
And I dream sweet dreams into the night.
Now I lay me down to sleep, and I Dream
I dream sweet dreams until the morning light.

Sweet dreams my friends, may you sleep well,
May all your dream, be dreams so bright
May you find happiness, smiles and joys,
Sweet dreams for you all, until the morning light.

My dreams are my reality, sweet in all respects,
They fulfill my lives expectations, my life's goal.
When I wake I am quite confused, I do not understand
It's as if I have two distinct lives sharing one soul.

Is that the way it is for you, do you live in your dreams
Is this time when were awake, a time of timid state.
I feel more alive when I am dreaming through the night
Time has changed so vividly, to correct it, it's too late.

Sweet dreams my friends, Sweet dreams in reality,
Sweet dreams, Sweet friends, Sweet love and sweet you.
I am so close to you all, while I dream, ever, ever so close,
Without my dreams I would be nothing, with nothing to do.

REB (FEB 2012) because my dreams are more real than life

Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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