Dreams
December-11-2002
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
I a rise from dreams of the one i care
The night of the first sleep
I rest within the sheets bare
A dream i must want to keep
Stars burning their gases at night
And the dream catchers are at my feet
Soon will come morning light
And every time i awake with a memory so sweet
So as i wake to greet the morning sun
A new day is born
For new dreams my way are to come
For last nights dreams have been worn
And may never in my dream world return
Anytime soon again i will be
The prisoner of the dark silent stream
And once again my dreams roam so free
My thoughts will leave me to dream
In store and ready for anything to see
Many directions the dream may go
Where my dreams may take me i have no idea
No one will really know
Many dreams have no end
Where others its not up to you where you they send
To many people some seem so real not pretend
When i wake up to see what i wrote
You to yourself have nothing to show
Not even a short little note
So every night you decide to just go with the dreams flow
Copyright
(2002)
