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I want to believe in my dreams at

dawn.

When they are still wisps, tangled in

my hair.

when they are soft like the fluttering

eyelid.

When they are in colours that only

exist in that place.

When words are motion and people

have no faces.

When walking is really flying

and free falling is 

a dance with gravity.

I want to believe in them like 

I do in the song that rises from

the earth at dawn.

Believe in them like I believe in the coming dawn.

Believe in them the way I believe

in you.

Reviews

[Richielee]

nicely done, line after line of dreamy words : )

[Nikole]

I really love the lines "and free falling is a dance with gravity". In fact, the whole poem is littered with wonderful lines like that. Normally poems about dreams end up sounding cliched, but this one works really nicely.