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
jdm/10/20/2009
