Dream weaver.

Time seems to falter in it's place
Hours and minutes have given up the chase
Rivers of liquid diamond cascade upon the shores
Many a path to take , and a lifetime's worth to explore

I reach the precipice of what I thought was real
I have gone past my own limitations of anything surreal
As I hear my name from beyond the sky
I feel as though it must be a dream , but I wonder to why
I hear my name so clearly as though they were near
Then i realize I have awoken from my dream it appears ....