Dream

I am born when you close your eyes
And drift off to sweet sleep
Conjured by your most yearned thoughts
Which in your heart you keep
I am good when your thoughts are
I can show that for you what you yearn
I can make you smile in your sleep
Make your deepest passions burn
If your thoughts be wicked
Then I am turned wicked too
I can bring your worst fears for you to see
And new fears that shall then haunt you
I am always in your heart
Though I die when you open your eyes
And when you close them again
Like a phoenix from the ashes I shall rise
I am for you to conjure
I am for you to see
No one can see what I show you
You can’t hold secrets from me
Let then my friend your thoughts be good
Then your possibilities endless shall seem
I am your closest thoughts and deepest wishes
I am what you call…. DREAM..

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.