Real Dreams

He softly sings
a medley in her ear
Words flow, fluidly
like a fresh water spring

Stories and poems
she hears, in her
star-attired world
of hopes and dreams

She falls into a lull
Pictures appear
and disappear as
she drifts away

It is a land
where she can fly
high above the mountains
and far across the seas

Slowly, he stops
but she does not awake,
for few are the dreams
which are not real