Upon a dream she rode a star
Beyond the midnight sun.
Through fiery masses on each side
She kept traveling on.

With windswept hair and flowing gown
She sped through treasured halo lights;
Past beautiful sunrises and sunsets
And on through crystal nights.

In and out they wove, rising a path
Between the stars and sky;
Playing with moonbeams here and there;
Dodging white-tailed comets streaking by.

Returning to her bed of dreams from
Which she had flown that night;
Awakening to the morning sun is her
Own world of light.

Was it a dream or did her spirit
Travel somewhere unknown to man?
A preview of coming attractions
Or a fantasy made in dreamland?