You ask me what I dream of
Let me tell you.
I dream of unfolding in amber shades beneath tree’s arms
I dream of sleep that dreams of me
I dream of beauty without counterfeit smiles
I dream of waking to Hope, engulfed by Love
I dream of heroes and knights and white horses
I dream of sailing in October’s sky
I dream of overcoming the inevitable
I dream of being washed by rain and bathed by grass
I dream of wings
I dream of holding tiny, hungry hands
I dream of masterpiece paintings,
Dusty books caressed by the ink of a worn pen
The stories left behind for others to read
I dream of an uncorrupted self, innocent
I dream of the hand that gathers that innocence with stained hands
I dream of doors in the trunks of trees
And staircases to the stars
I dream of strange places and words,
Their ways both terrifying and beautiful
I dream of dancing girls
I dream of the flowered Wreaths that bloom in their hair
And boys who sail their cardboard ships
I dream of bare feet and their lovely calluses
I dream of roof tip invitations
I dream of music that effortlessly sings from the soul
I tell you these because they were once yours
I dream of what others have forgotten.
