Serenade

Bring me all of your dreams, you dreamers. Bring me all of your heart melodies that I May wrap them in a blue cloud cloth away From the too rough fingers of the world. And that is what poetry may do. Wrap up your dreams. Protect and preserve them and hold them until maybe They come true. You dreamers. Wrap up your dreams. You Dreamers. Wrap up your dreams. Protect and preserve them and hold them until maybe They come true.