As I drift asleep
My mind begins to wander
And wonder about
What joy tomorrow could bring
Or unexpected delight.
Tag: dreams
What a summer child!
And yet, these words still ring true.
For every evening
The gates of reality
Blends and bends towards soaring flight.
Rolling down hillsides
Swirling between copper leaves
The gauze of our world
Creeps into our storied minds
Planting the sweetest of dreams
Crisp unread paper
Bound in a leather cover
Each new page reveals
Black inked words floating above
A white canvas for dreamers.
I feel so heavy,
Like a mountain capped with snow,
And yet in my dreams,
I am a bird among clouds,
Which is my true reflection?