The Dream

We are all sleepers

In a fantastic dreamscape

World where everything happens.

As any dream, it shifts,

Sometimes dark and fearful,

Shattered light underfoot

And pain is so real.

Other times, the dream

Is bright, with butterfly

Colored moments, sweet laughter

Lacing the memories, golden

Warmth surrounding hearts.

Slow dances as twilight

Streaks the sky or

Running among bee fields

In a blurred rush,

Tears refilling the sea

And words reaffirming love.

Yet all dreams end

And someday, you will

Wake us and all we’ll see

Is your loving face;

The dream will be ended

And endless reality will begin.