cosmobrand

Imponderable improbability
Built with much perplexity
That which we cannot see with our eyes

Nimble hands must try to render
As the senses doth surrender
Twilight muse as nocturne slowly dies

To we alone, my trusted friend,
Do these vesper spairits send
Within our minds and hearts they do arise

As dawn smiles on a far-off land
Denizens of a world unseen
Take their cue upon the sand

And make us dream of other dreams
And make us dream of other dreams