Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Dreams

I have it all the time
I see it all the time
Dreams that fly
Dreams that cry
Dreams that are full of joy

Glorious, forlorn, tepid and wild
Ambitious, murky, funny and riled
Enmeshed firmly in a tangled sprawl
Chained, freed, heart-broken and all

I have it all the time
I see it all the time
Dreams that sigh
Dreams that ask why
Dreams that soar high in the sky

My mind wants to interpret
These dreams that are mine
My heart wants to caress
These dreams that are mine
My soul wants to love
These dreams that are mine
I want to fulfill
These dreams that are mine