DreamA Poem by Jong SchrijverThe way I see a dream.
Late at night
I stare up at the sky The darkness enveloping All that I see. Blending shapes and sounds Into one Freeing my mind And clearing my thoughts. Yet even in the dark Colours appear to me And sounds seem to morph Into something new. Creating for me A vivid scene Something of A childs dream. And so the stress is gone Almost magically And for the time being I am peaceful. I dread my return Back to reality But I know my dreams Will await my return. © 2010 Jong SchrijverReviews
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