To dream

To dream is to sleep
Something so precious 
To ride the highest winds in the sky
To run faster than those winds
Running through time itself
Time of a resting soul
Chasing all of life's loves
And life is a bigger dream
Touching whatever is there
In this England of mine
Made in greens and grey
From blood and toil
To the beauty in my mind
And the beating hearts
That are now together again
Together in my mind
Resting in the night
Resting for the next day
For to sleep is to dream