Dreaming

Dreaming

2/6/06

Sometimes I dream.
My dreams bring my night to life.
A sweet dance inside my head.
I dream of you.

In my dreams I see you.
You’re running, we’re running and playing.
I run my fingers through your hair
as the light shines off your beautiful face.

The day is ours.
Time has lost it’s importance.
My world is spinning and you’re my axis.
Just like the movies.

Sometimes I dream.
My dreams bring my night to life.
A sweet dance inside my head.
I dreamt of you.

A Young Boy

A Young Boy’s Dream

3/22/06

A boy’s dream, to steal the light
to darken the sun is key.
To work and play, and soon someday
become the boy he wants to be.
Dreams they borrow, dreams they steal
time from a boy’s day.
They make him run, have some fun,
dream the day away.
Dreams are big, big as the sun
shrouded in a black mask.
It has no light, such a fright
that a boy can finish his task.
Dreams are life, stronger than death,
they steal a man’s soul.
Through sweat and tears, blood and years,
the boy has reached his goal.
The sun is dead, no longer red,
it thought that it was king.
The boy had won, task now done,
he believed he could do anything.