Dream Worlds
Monday, 25. June 2007, 02:39:33
Dream Worlds
Dreams come into the world through our heart.
To us they bring sweet fragrances, like works of aromatic art.
Our memories of the sweetest touch come not from our daily life.
That tender embrace, that longing stare, have no roots in mundane strife.
The dream’s echoes are what we seek.
They motivate both brave and meek.
A brighter light than the light of day
shines upon the words we pray.
The dream beats out the rhythm in our daily dance.
We can follow it, given half a chance.
Dream dancers moving in rhythm - if not rhyme.
Stepping to a beat we felt in a shadowed, hidden time.
Fear will cause a step so stuttering,
that night will find our stomach fluttering.
Rather let a dreamy moon
warmly bind our fate to June.
Our dreams will never let us lose our way,
to wander soulless through a lonely day.
Dreams have filled our lives with much,
like what dancers feel with their tender touch.
Dreams come into the world through our heart.
To us they bring sweet fragrances, like works of aromatic art.
Our memories of the sweetest touch come not from our daily life.
That tender embrace, that longing stare, have no roots in mundane strife.
The dream’s echoes are what we seek.
They motivate both brave and meek.
A brighter light than the light of day
shines upon the words we pray.
The dream beats out the rhythm in our daily dance.
We can follow it, given half a chance.
Dream dancers moving in rhythm - if not rhyme.
Stepping to a beat we felt in a shadowed, hidden time.
Fear will cause a step so stuttering,
that night will find our stomach fluttering.
Rather let a dreamy moon
warmly bind our fate to June.
Our dreams will never let us lose our way,
to wander soulless through a lonely day.
Dreams have filled our lives with much,
like what dancers feel with their tender touch.
WIDGETIZE