From The Dreamer of Dreams
by Ironhand

From the dreamer of dreams
to the one I dream

Flowers from my mind
all of glass, one of a kind

Could you imagine the bouquets I seen?
and only a few, to you I can bring

To let, to share
for only you I care

So do not let the flowers die
for this time, more than fairies will cry

And there will be no more dreams,
or flowers dancing, in sun beams