My dreams are so big
that sometimes they come spilling out-
and beg to find a comfy nook to curl up in.
Nice and warm,
a nice place for waiting until the day
that I can actually allow them to take root in my mind-
twisting and winding round the edges of my consciousness.
But until that day-
I'll package them up,
in the familiar pages of a well-worn book
where they shall be kept nice and safe,
their magic strengthened by far-off adventures
in Wonderland, Pemberly, & Neverland.
And on particularly dreary days-
when I chance to look upon them,
they shall see
that we are woven together
like the notes of a perfect aria,
which is more than Alice, Lizzie, or Peter
could ever wish for.