Tether Sweet Dreams.

Such tenuous hold have dreams On reality, blowing Aimlessly, galloping free. They take unkindly to ties, Prefering to fly, but catch Them we can if we're wise. Tethering dreams, only gold Cascades, drifts then in gleaming Star dust, which, handled dextrously Sparkles, and while unfolding Dresses us in night's ecstacy. Sweet dreams, reigned in are a must. Thus ideally we will see The future rainbowed, visions Of love will unfold, revealing An undreamed-of bliss. - Hold then Intangible dreams skintight And re-live their magic again.