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Journey To His Dreams












The human mind is a wondrous place
When called to the land of dream
Impossibilities have no hold there
All desires can simply..be

It is the birthing ground for wishes
The heart, there, is never denied
As my soul now is searching for answers
I find myself slowly creeping inside

What hopes find their sweet haven there?
Does he cast to the stars for me?
Will I already be in his visions?
As I journey into his dreams

Will I be bright as the sunlight?
Or would I eclipse his heart?
Shall I appear to him in beauty?
On his stage of life....
What is my part?

Am I the home fires warming?
Or am I the coldest wind to blow?
I must be careful now not to wake him
Looking for these answers...
I simply must know

~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-26-08



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Journey To His Dreams