Dreams

They come slowly 

Daring to make a sound

Not knowing what they'll find 

They pay a special mind 

Winding wisps of whispers 

Dashing all around 

Unsure of what they've found 

Materializing white as snow 

Luminous and subtle 

With long dresses flowing 

And halos lightly glowing 

Sweet and soft serenity 

I find myself praying please don't go 

As they softly tip-toe 

Looking up at the stars 

Gently placed in the sky 

A sailing ship guided by the moon 

Silently hoping it doesn't fade too soon 

Daring dauntlessly to dream 

With darkness closing in 

Calm nostalgia, and what could've been 

Holding my gaze, a distant stare 

They found their way around my soul 

Whispering temptation in my ear 

Knowing time is drawing near 

Like finding fragile flowers 

Along a distant shoreline 

They are truly mine