Sunday, June 5, 2011

Dream streams

In the poetry closet of my heart

reside precious unwritten prose

all my creations from my very start

memories no one else knows

shadows that inhabit my deep dreams

joys that make sleep a welcome repast

fantasy where I am poetmaster of life's streams

beloved secret creations that will always last

a perfect dreamscape with perfect love

where the good and honorable always wins

where blessings and grace fall from above

where life is pure and there are no sins

oh happy am I to wake and bring

the delight, the memories of those dreams

my body, my soul, my heart together sing

my sleep, my wake templates of God's same streams