Pour me a dream...

An angel came at night
Whispering a good sleep 
She travelled from realm to realm 
Pouring her liquid dreams to whom dreamed in black and white
The love she dripped was full of imagination 
She instilled innocence and moonlight purification 
Moments never seem to escape her, she was dressed like white satin pearl
People woke knowing they had been given a gift of surreal beauty
Was it real?
Did I dream?
I slept in colour
It was so pure!
The dream angel was a childhood fairy tale that seen the beauty of sleep
But when the lonely laid their head they whispered to the stars, pour me a dream...