Dream
I began to dream tho' my eyes were open wide--
Are these the things I wish for you inside?
I dream of soaring on the clouds which float so very high--
Slide down the rainbow which spans through the sky.
At the end of rainbow there isn't that pot of gold--
That's chased by so many people from days of old.
I dream of a meadow where flowers flow for days--
Flowers that heal your soul in so many ways.
Daisies, pansies, please don't forget the carnation--
They are the ones that can heal the entire nation.
See, red ones, white ones, these bear the name rose--
Yes you were there, I saw them tickle your nose.
I continue to dream tho' my eyes are open wide--
Look to the left and see the ocean and the tide.
It's coming in at ten feet high, but not to overtake you-
Simply to release, cover, and perhaps even shake you.
From every mask you had to wear to impress everyone--
Open your eyes and day dream- let's have some fun.
Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011
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