Welcome to Dream Land (Sestina)

Welcome to dream land

Please make yourself at home

This is a place of rest,

Full of ideas, thoughts, and forgotten things.

Be at ease, you have no enemies here

Follow me, I will show you the town.

Through these gates lies the center of the town.

This is where the fallen land.

It is never very loud, as you can probably hear.

The moon is paper mache, and I live in a gingerbread home.

Keep in mind, when you look around, that things

Aren't always as they seem. Don't yet rest.

If you come along now, I will show you the rest,

You can smell the sea on the edge of town.

The general store is where you can buy all your things

for your adventures ahead. This is only part of the land.

If you talk to the lord, he can give you a home.

He's through that archway, up the stairs here.

We won't bother him so late, around here

He has a lot to deal with. The rest

of the town can cause quite a stir. Home

is where the heart is, as I always say, but the town

never seems to be satisfied. Their loss. Land

around here is scarce, but we are happy with our trinkets and things.

This town is built of thrown away things.

Matchbox roofs and cigarette walls. Here

nothing goes to waste. In this land,

we take all we can get. The things the rest

of the world throws away, even their lives, are part of the town.

We all just want a place to call home.

Our grass is grown with moonlight, home

is where you lay your head that night. Things

like scraps of paper and memories built this town.

Bed time stories and fairy tales are scarce here,

they get lost in the wind. Our rest

only comes when we can no longer wander through the land.

Your dreams, your memories, and your forgotten things wind up here.

The town bathes in your sunlight, and weeps when you can't find you're way home.

Rest easy now, rest easy. Don't try to run. Don't be afraid. You're in dream land.