Dreams

DREAMS. A dream so real, I feel I’ll touch, And hold to me, Close to my heart. A breeze so cold, Slaps my face, Awaking me with its pinch, But to my dreams I hold on. Don’t want to wake, I want to sleep, My hands are curled, Tightly to my dreams. Don’t try to pry, My hands away, Don’t want to let go Of my dreams. Just turn and walk, Away from me, I want to see my dreams, Keep them safe here with me, And give life to them all.

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Njeri Hunjeri

Date: 8/27/2015 9:51:00 PM

Oh those dreams....i know them so well. If only all could come true.

Marion Mwangi
Date: 9/2/2015 5:36:00 AM

some never do but we always hope they will and so we work and wait and hope...thanks Njeri

Ian Jones

Date: 8/27/2015 9:22:00 AM

I love this Marion. Even as an old geiser I still have dreams I cling to like a child faking sleep on Christmas eve. Kind regards, Ian

Marion Mwangi
Date: 9/2/2015 5:34:00 AM

:) no ones ever too old to dream and when we achieve them we build new ones that way life is never boring. thanks and kind regards too.