Music is your key

There is a threshold,
A line that you cross every night.
And become away from yourself.
To go into the land of your dreams!

Waking up in the morning,
In the reality of mundane,
You crave for that union;
That showered a fragrant mist.

The GOD that made you,
Gives you key every night,
To enter into the world of your fancies.
But locks you outside next morning.

To steal this key from HIM,
I will tell you a way.
Go into your dream tonight,
And find a beautiful forest.

As you walk by a crystal lake,
Hear the melliflous forest flute.
That makes you ecstatic!
And show the way forward.

Suddenly by some mystic grace,
A peacock feather will come touch you!
That wakes you up with music still lingering,
And realizes that your dream just came true!

(~Inspired by this song and Krishna, the Blue God)