I found this photo this morning on http://theastrarium.tumblr.com/ and it inspired this poem:

Dreams

Follow me she whispers.  I’ll take you to a place,

Where you and I can vanish, leave without a trace.

It’s paradise, a sanctuary, a garden of delight,

Take my hand, don’t hesitate, and leave with me tonight.

Who are you to come to me and make this tempting offer?

I don’t know you, we’ve never met, you’re probably a robber.

Dressed as you are, I’ve come to fear, you only want my money,

You’ll rip me off, then run away, I’m not your average rummy.

I am a witch, I won’t deny, your perception quite insightful,

But come with me, dare take a chance, I’ll make it quite delightful.

Just through this gap, beyond the lake, we’ll leave without delay,

I’ll wave my wand, and cast a spell, and we’ll be on our way.

I’ll take a chance!  I’ve cast my lot, she takes me by the arm,

What the heck, I’ll live a little, what could be the harm?

Then suddenly a wind comes up her skirts begin to billow,

I’ve never left, I’m still in bed, my head upon my pillow.  

Ken Ferguson