On the isle of dreams
the busy angels do sleep's bidding,
causing the humans of earth
to have hope and happiness,
pain and sorrow.
Memories are common
but so are nightmares.
Some dreams are not sent by angels
but by the demons of evil.
They warp your thoughts
and corrupt the weak.
The visions we watch
shape our days,
weeks,
months.
We are given good things
when the angels
get to us first.
On the isle of dreams
the workers never sleep,
they give their needs up
just for us to find dreams.
Hope is created
and life is that much better.
©a.l.melton
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