a dream poem
I sit upon a bed of pillows underneath piny oaks.
i stare Into the vast starlit sky. clouds cascade over the moon
I think of things that matter most to me as i ponder these thoughts,
the lids upon my eyes begin to grow heavy
I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.
as i lay in my somber slumber, i dream of things yet to come
within my dreams i dream of a place, a vastly wide open area,
where we can be free as birds soar through the air with no cares or reasons why
I see a hill that i climb over.
the mountain above beckons me towards a valley where I sit upon a bed of pillows underneath piny oaks. i stare into the vast starlit sky…