Dreaming Poem by Sarah Sisson

All of our dreams have particular value.
Wake up and feel like a champ or a foul you.

As you turn out the light you will go in there.
In to your mind where the bets off, your whims dare...

...turn to the fantasies. You may create them.
It doesn't matter that there's no support when...

...flying alone in the tempest of glory
falls short of the next bounding leap; a story...

...comes from you there's no creative rough battle...
...to come up with all the thoughts you will rattle...

...through the cage of your thoughts, mind and your feelings
come out and partake in young blossoms; dealings...

...of past and the things that you hide deep with in you,
make it to all of your mindset; It comes to...

...surfaces. All the fine pleasures or demons
come out, present themselves. Too many reasons...

...we have these phenomenal undetermined
outcomes while we sleep. It's where our souls dive in...

...to unleashes victors that turn up some talent
that we have. Creative ones we are, meager or valiant.

So you will go to your room and you'll dream too.
Sleep little darling and dream on till you're through.