Dreamland

Unchecked by stratospheric wisp  
the moonlight blew on through  
a honey freshness autumn crisp  
in midnight loving blue!  
 
By halo hue and harpsichord  
her carriage rolled above  
those subjects who have often snored  
as they all dreamt thereof.  
 
But there are those who cannot sleep  
until they've seen the light  
that Queen Selene and angels keep  
for when our dreams take flight.  
 
Much akin to that mortal spark  
seen only when the lids  
drop down to keep the eyeballs dark...  
whenever Luna bids!