Dreams

Something short I wrote tonight. While I am in a good mood I figured I should write some happy poetry.

its only when my mind can walk

and run around the sky

it sits on clouds as white as chalk

and sees the world go by

its only when my eyes can rest

the eyelids holding hands

and breathing slows within my chest

the rest my brain demands

its only when I slumber so

that I may be with you

but when I wake my tears can show

I wish you loved me too