Posted: July 4, 2007 in Poems
This dream
from which I wake
with tears of joy
life cannot recreate
I want to stay
inside my dream
with kind, clean souls
and innocent face
of my life
there cannot be much
if in night stories
is where I find such:
Joy, happiness and
people of like mind
I cry at threefortyfive
as rain the window cracks
where is mine?
Thankyou for these few worlds
allowed into this waking world
as in my sleeping mind
everyone speaks so kind
but most noticeably
in beating rhyme?


  1. Michaela says:

    So many reflecting on dreams this week…must be all this rain, damp spirits I fear. But dreams are where it all begins…we build our lives on dreams. May yours be inspirational and bright….Edana


  2. Pippa says:

    Did you always write poems? I spoke to my ex about the bird, it was an eagle owl (I was on holiday with him at the time) and I\’m sure Leander won\’t do anything nasty with my pictures, its only as he\’s in all of his.
    Were you really up at 3.45am? or is that the name of the poem.


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