The Ballad of the Dream Weaver

I cast my net in the sea of night

And bring back a catch of glittering dreams.

Which will you have, proud lady, laughing lady?

This bright one, perhaps, or that?

Gleaming silver-blue, winking at you

With its own mysterious, inner light,

It is so beautiful.

Yet so is that one, and that, and this, too.

I cannot choose.

Take them all.

Take them all!

-Talanthe Truesilver, Bard