Enshrined in soft pallid light
Where lamps shine down in silence
Radiant through the night.
When two roads end another begins
Like a ghostly mirage, near yet far
If the day is right and your soul is pure
You can visit the dream bazaar.
When the trees whisper the route
To hitch a ride on a falling star
Follow the tracks of white mice on dust
To reach the dream bazaar.
A wondrous place of marvels and dreams
The sunlight refracting from a telescope
They say, meets at infinity but you'll see
It converges here and mingles with hope.
Sonorous strings of honeyed words
Dance their way through crowded lanes
All manner of things are for sale here
Selling on till none remains.
Bustling streets and hawking men
Brandish tales forgotten from lore
Selling dreams for 10 pence apiece
A variety of tales to explore.
Stories lost to the sands of time
Whirl around like fiery tongues
And the fresh air of sweet dreams
Is awash across your lungs
Like clockwork these dreams
Coming from unthought lands afar
All congeal into beautiful thoughts
Within the dream bazaar.
The perfumes of the stars and sky
Drink them all in like one at a bar
All these wonderful things and more
Within the dream bazaar.
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