Sweet Dreams

Here's another poetic offering, compiled and recreated over the past few years. It's my wish for a young boy, just starting to discover the world of make-believe. As I posted earlier, I believe that dreams are fuel for the engine that drives the hearts of men. They take us beyond the here and now -- beyond the reality we see around us -- and lead us someplace better, someplace holier, and, perhaps, someplace with greater adventure.


SWEET DREAMS

Standing on the beach, I watch the tide roll out
Sending the ships out to sea
And I wonder, young friend, how you're doing right now
Chasing your heart's deepest dream

'Cause right here on the shore, it is such a bore
I'd rather be out on the sea
Sailing away to some far away land
There's adventure just waiting for me!

So drift off away to a far away land
of paupers and prophets and kings
May God ever hold you in the palm of His hand
and fill your young mind with sweet dreams

In every boy's mind, there's a treasure to find
Of stories too good to believe
Of heroes and giants, villains and kings
Who play out a breathtaking scene

Maybe there are pirates! Maybe a storm!
Maybe a princess in need!
I'm never gonna know, if I never go
And follow my heart's deepest dream

So drift off away to a far away land
of paupers and prophets and kings
May God ever hold you in the palm of His hand
and fill your young mind with sweet dreams