There're farmers fields, of golden hues, passing through is a babbling brook
Hidden afar from here, but it's there, or somewhere else if you carefully look
Equanimity's shared, twixt the water and the breeze and the weeping willow
Witchery wise and ephemeral, it's where the nightmares will gently un-billow
Ease yourself down, to the feathery ground, relax and let your actuality fade
Embrace the sun drenched delusion, or be seduced by a shimmering shade
Perhaps you'll descend into the abyss, of inner space, in your reveries oasis
In your deepest immersion, flow with the water, that flows into darker places
Now while you sleep awake, you can be enraptured by the dragons flying by
Gliding, almost invisibly, into a hollow shadow, where more than light will die
Waylaid by the wondrous dancing of dappled air's cataclysmic kaleidoscope
In your new unwary state of oneirism, the weeping willow is for you bespoke
Lest you never rouse from the eldritch-waste where the pious wicked plough
Leave your corporeal being, to be possessed, beneath the dreamer's bough
Only then may you rest in peace, for all those nightmares you once mistook
Will be a fading light in the darkness, to be swept away, by a babbling brook
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