I used to dream...

I used to think about dreams like they were real dreams

trumpeting though the music of my soul, clean magnitudes of purity heavenly decisions and easy going valleys of a lifetime of hope

I used to see dreams like they were a part of me, made from me and made by me,

pretending about life was easy meddling in the parties of todays existence, till the morning came and the night stung into the sweet dews over hanging love and trees of kisses grew into my secret garden, for petals heard, and only sky glaciers froze over the whispers of drama

I used to dream of beautiful jewels of stars becoming my story and canopy of everlasting seduction and destiny was glorious fate and wishful thinking a balcony of mine

I used to dream of dreams like they could be and I could see how they could be

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For in My dreams, I became something out of a memory growing slowly and then evaporating into the future to reach me, a place where I could feel them touching my heart

for in them

I advanced passion and trust, lust and trust,

honest dust painting the walls of an african girl

with swirls of english countryside

and twirls of new meaning and beaming sun of time

nothing is crime, to dream well

and spell the letters of my life , I write through urban commitments

and holiday refreshments

in hope I can dream again

become hope again

become a dream again

return again

to my long lost dreams

for it seems

I forgot how to dream

to truly truly dream

like I once used to dream

of encounters and counters of sunset rolls of mirror emotions

and wonderlands of sharing devotions

crisp white linen in a nights wind tale

palm trees shine with the scent of the moons dawn

white sand touches everything

white carriage...carry me....

into a blissful dream

TO BE CONTINUED>...