Dream
#3 of Poems
Just a little poem I wrote, feeling a little down.
The sands of time, The winds of change. Carry my wishes, Far far away. My dreams, my hopes, Lost on the breeze. Out of reach, out of sight, Cannot be achieved.
No tears are shed, I feel no pain. My dreams will be seen, When I sleep again. Though there they will stay, To welcome me home. Into my own world, Where happiness roams.
Though when I pass, That is, when I die. I'll be saying hello, As well as goodbye. Leaving behind, The troubles of life. Greeted by those, Who in my dreams, were alive.