Last night, I rode the crescent moon, cradled in her arch,
And she carried me away to a world apart.
I flew beyond the flowering trees, the towering hills, clad in black,
The plateaus and the plains, beyond rugged snow capped peaks,
Brown hardy mountains with no green.
I saw the deep blue sea ...surging dark,
With silhouettes of shadows unseen.
I met Sleep on the way..she seemed in much haste,
She had a rendezvous with a pair of eyes, they wouldn't close,
She said with a sigh.
I saw Despair, hovering around earth's realms,
Feeding on darkness, gaining strength, with a hope to overwhelm.
I met the twins, the twain
Nightmare and Dream,
Eager to reign,
antipodal yet alike
Riding on tinsel moon beams..
Then I saw Love, embellished with the stars of Hope,
And beautiful was she,
As only she could be.
In her presence, much faded
But Dream brightened,
And Sleep winked.
I saw the fabric of the cosmos,
Stitched with threads of Love
Occasional stitches undone,
Little gaps that came along..
A tear here, there,
But a fabric unparalleled and
( Fabric of the Cosmos.. the title of a book by Brian Greene, the phrase is not original)