Whenever Amber starts to dreaming,
I stare at her with eyes a-gleaming,
Wondering what her mind is scheming,
In the misty dreamland ever steaming.
There are the dreams in which she's beaming,
She finds them when I'm by her dreaming,
And though they are more than they're seeming,
The will not stop, always streaming.
I hate the times when Amber's dreaming
Results in her pretty voice screaming,
In nightmares in which ghouls are teeming,
Though when she awakes, she finds redeeming.
I love to watch my Amber dreaming,
Though I like to dream along her, teaming,
Meeting at the gate, we're scheming
To dream the dreams of dreamers dreaming.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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