Dream

The night was so still

the moon not quite full
I went walking in the dark
and drank my fill.
On the hill
high above the sea
I watched the world around me
as it sunk into sleep.
I wandered in and out
with drifting souls
offering dreams on platters
and their thoughts I stole.
I will turn these into pictures
and paint them bright colours
and gift them
as I would to a lover.
Then I will sleep
bright among the stars
and watch the world every night.