Thank you for understanding. As for the poem - it was something composed for a dare, so it's hastily done, but. . . still, she had asked that you hear it.

Then, it is this:

In dimly lit and darkened place of rest,
Young girls dream of starry skies of splendor,
While boys dream of exploring to the west.
Fathers dream of children smiling, tender,
And mothers dream of nurturing the nest.