Book of Dreams

BOOK OF DREAMS

We adapt, lift
then carry our loads
on the road home.
Fast and loose
or slow and easy
our destiny ends
the same.

Hanging by a moment
I glide in sweet repose
remembering

Once….

I danced in
the rain
Made love in its
warm waterfall.

Smiling as I allow the thought
to tickle my senses again.

Like a magnet

Passion is the attraction.
I live and breathe its
fiery flame.

Scars fade over time
but words remain unchanged
One lie cuts like a
thousand
Because words mean
…everything to me.

I desire to fly
in light and dark
trusting
in what I can’t see
to do no harm.

Free

Under the sun or ‘neath
moonlight’s softest gaze.

In my book of dreams
anything is possible
and nothing left
to chance.

~**~

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

56 thoughts on “Book of Dreams”

  1. This hit home! Words are everything to me as well and books of dreams are the best as it brings you to endless corners of the earth and delivers hopes and dreams as well.
    Well done on the prose!

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