Sam Miles


My dreamscape


#my dreamscape#

An eternity of dreams...
A strand of greater good...
A place where anything is possible...
And the things that shouldn't should...

Dreams are a place of amazing potential....
The secrets they tell so influential..
Visions and memories stuffed in my head...
These are the treasures that await me going to bed...

My eyes seal shut and I depart my lonely reality...
To enter the realm of dreams and greater good....
A world where shouldn'ts always should...

A new day dawns...
I lift my head...
My dreamscape vanishes...
My secret world gone....

Until the day ends and I rest my head.
In the comfort and abode of my nice warm bed...
Will my dreamscape return and make me whole....

The dreams of my body, mind and soul...

Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012

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