into the dream

I’m living a dream
A one that’s not seen,
Inside my head
Follow the thread,
Watch it unfold
Shining as gold,
a face on a site
a flowering sprite,
bring joy and relief
in a special motif,
admired by most
yet frail as a ghost,
enlighten the route
with sound of a flute,
near by your stead
I’ll shy and turn red.