awake when dreamn asleep while remembern

its the beauty of night that allows you to live a secret life.
no one will see you as you dance with the wind,
whisper with the trees,
or sing a soft blown melody over the heads of sleeping dreamers.
skipping through enchanting rose petals over a still water lake,
or jumping from leaf to dewy leaf,
at the top of the tallest tree,
floating down on the wings of a soaring butterfly,
are just some of the secrets i would like to keep.
for the rest, they are stuck in my dreams,
only to be remembered every silent night as
i fall asleep to the song
of a soft blown melody.