Dragons,
angels,
gnomes,
creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers,
a shooting star that shoots back,
rain falling from the ground to the sky,
bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers,
a fountain that makes you young while those around you grow old,
saplings that know everything,
a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved,
a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.
All my dreams are beautiful.
But none as beautiful as you.
You are the reason I return here each morning.