The Valley Of Dreams Poem by M. W. Taylor

I have walked the Valley of Dreams.
Where the wildest hope springs forth like fire,
to consume your mind and
turn dreams to ashes of obsession

I have seen the Land of Shadow.
A place devoid of life. Empty.
Where you roam amongst
the ruin of your past, your present, your future.

I have touched the Endless Sky.
The limitless expanse of imagination.
Ideas planted in your head grow,
to become hurricanes of thought.

And I have seen your face in the moonlight,
Where grace refuses to leave you,
or the whispers of sweet nothings
that guide us through the small hours.