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


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
Because words mean
…everything to me.

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


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

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


© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved


This lovely award

An unexpected surprise

I feel so lucky

I would like to nominate the poet Quills for Rally #51

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Thursday Poets Rally Week #50

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

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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