Peaceful Dreams of the Night

When the days become so tiring and the mind does not want to rest Many thought race in the midst of the mind where it gathers Torn from reality comes the moments that rest unlocks Bearable to see it, but to think it is what most has a heck of a time Weaving through gentle views, curving out and in, slight change Comes the life within, core of our soul a moment that has toll Then you enter your dream The touching down, with finger tips into the vast ocean Not one wave accept the ripple of your finger touching A grace that gentleness occurs without any pain Breathing so softly with intention of pure release With outcome that suggest this will be a beautiful dream Here it comes from the moment you entered someone is there A touch on your shoulder with static that redeems With heart that aches, you sought to look with passion Just the moment that you think you see, it blurs to another scene Then you enter another of your dream As it shapes to form the image of who you desire comes one thing A heavy onslaught of emotions that howls or screams Shutter in the back round focusing so near, then an embrace She holds you to her breasts so near, to calm the racing thought To calm the fear that is thought, her image comes and go But the outcome I know, founded by spirit energy that knows Peace that can convey the inner healing that needs For coming so close to my old and new dreams Once again you try to seek or look up to see the face of you grace A loop comes again not knowing what just happened Then you enter the rem that unlocks your dream that lay deep Finger tips touching water rippling with effect Moments slow as though there is no time to even think Smiles appear so near, that you can even kiss Life blossoms with illuminating feelings of all colors The wind blows just right, and then your heart stops That darkness that was fear, does not exist in here Embrace that never went away comes clear Help of the other souls within the realm of dreams No shakes or tarnish steal or wondering core of seed That can cut, nor damage your own beautiful field I never knew my dream so well that I can see Pass the moments that devours and conceal Then the time come, the state of peace ends My dreams become lock and door shuts My water that I touch becomes solid And no ripples of gentleness appear But one thing is this time, it allowed me to keep To keep the memories that came like a breeze Soft and healing with passion, insight, of what I really really need