Dreams Poem by London Turner

I see at night that perfect face,
that flawless embrace in a beautiful place;
A magical kingdom of wonderful delight
and flowers and nature all around it in sight.
There might be some people but no not yet,
add some rivers and waterfalls before I forget.
I can’t stop now its going to be astounding I know.
So I create beautiful animals and they put on a show.
And at last what you’ve been waiting for, that face I can’t bring myself to over look;
Smiling down at me with eyes that bore into me deeper than a hook.
I open my eyes with shock and disbelief,
then I look around and see that it was just a dream.
(3-25-09)