When the sun and moon pass...

I wanna be that dream, that book I read, in my mind and in my hand every night. Not a day passes without the sun or moon brushing pass one another. The moment one winks at the other, the other comes alive. They are inseparable, yet always seperate. Stars are always on their side, even in the light. They are there, like angels, even though when the sun has it's turn, stars never leave their side. Dreams only die when the dreamer does. I wonder where they go?