I live in Dreams

[wisteria]

I live in dreams

A glorious castle, a quiet meadow,
An enchanted cottage,
My dreams can take me anywhere
And in my dreams I am special
And I am loved, and I can love.

My love is sweet,
His heart his warm,
I awaken to tender kisses,
in the middle of the night.

I cling to my pillow in the darkness,
not daring to move
because I might wake up, and
then the dream would be over

I can't let that happen,
I am only alive when I dream.

My dreams are full of blue skies
and happiness,
I giggle like a little girl playing in the sun,
And I am pretty, and I am loved,
and I am fun.

The world isn't crashing down on me,
And I am not alone,
I never want to wake up,
I could die blissfully happy in my dreams,
My dream lovers arm is wrapped tightly
around my waist.

I can't move,
I breathe slowly,
I can't take a chance,
Cause I might wake up.
I can't roll over,
I have to be still,
I can't let the dream die,

And in the morning my face is wet with tears
Because I did die, in the twilight of my dreams.

[Thomas Littlechief]

Very nice wisteria. Thank you for sharing this with us and welcome

[grainnerhuad]

Welcome Wisteria and yes, thank you.

[karlsie]

I think we all live inside a dream, at least a little, and cautiously we move around to make sure we don't waken. It's a very tender poem, youthful and sincere. It actually lies on the border between consciousness and waking. As an experiment, you should try writing completely from the message of the dream and see if it makes a difference in the delivery of the consciousness. I have a feeling you can go deep, very deep, buy letting the dreaming mind take over.