February 10, 2017 8:17 AM EST
Originally published in 1982.
Think of wild imaginings,
fairies fly on silver wings.
Dream your dreams without remorse,
the white steed, that flying horse.
Find yourself sinking so far and away
to the dreamland not many find today.
A place without war, hunger or pain.
A place where the only teardrops are rain.
Dream on my young friend
'til the night's at its end,
when light touches dawn
and the moon's wandered on.