Welcome to Dream Land (Sestina)
Welcome to dream land
Please make yourself at home
This is a place of rest,
Full of ideas, thoughts, and forgotten things.
Be at ease, you have no enemies here
Follow me, I will show you the town.
Through these gates lies the center of the town.
This is where the fallen land.
It is never very loud, as you can probably hear.
The moon is paper mache, and I live in a gingerbread home.
Keep in mind, when you look around, that things
Aren't always as they seem. Don't yet rest.
If you come along now, I will show you the rest,
You can smell the sea on the edge of town.
The general store is where you can buy all your things
for your adventures ahead. This is only part of the land.
If you talk to the lord, he can give you a home.
He's through that archway, up the stairs here.
We won't bother him so late, around here
He has a lot to deal with. The rest
of the town can cause quite a stir. Home
is where the heart is, as I always say, but the town
never seems to be satisfied. Their loss. Land
around here is scarce, but we are happy with our trinkets and things.
This town is built of thrown away things.
Matchbox roofs and cigarette walls. Here
nothing goes to waste. In this land,
we take all we can get. The things the rest
of the world throws away, even their lives, are part of the town.
We all just want a place to call home.
Our grass is grown with moonlight, home
is where you lay your head that night. Things
like scraps of paper and memories built this town.
Bed time stories and fairy tales are scarce here,
they get lost in the wind. Our rest
only comes when we can no longer wander through the land.
Your dreams, your memories, and your forgotten things wind up here.
The town bathes in your sunlight, and weeps when you can't find you're way home.
Rest easy now, rest easy. Don't try to run. Don't be afraid. You're in dream land.