Dreams

I draw the dreams inside my head

every night before I hop into bed—

dreams I know will go far and wide,

and dreams I know that will kiss the sky.

The dreams I dream whilst still awake,

those of lost memories I wish would stay—

they’re the dreams I always look for,

the ones I find that open all the locked doors.

I can’t begin to imagine life without dreams;

they might well end up as thoughtful memories.

And as all the world lay soundly in their minds,

I so often dream of them, from time to time.