Dreams Have Sails

My dreams have sails, filled by the winds of love. Borne on emotional tides, they silhouette against the suns last call. And as the horizon sips the last of light, the dark cups and caresses this heart. The dream scans the night sky for that one star, that guiding star of destiny. Sails billow on undying love, and reach for that portal where all is realized. The dream melts with reality, and the heart sings of joy. This far off land where the painters brush sees all, and the poets words softly lie in truth. Where the beating heart echoes of my lovers call, and the kiss will sleep my aching soul.