Time To Dream Poem by Ray Sinclair

Sleep washes over like an gentle tide,
peaceful waters meander through valley so wide.
Time to merge, time to dream, time to chase,
what dreams may come, lovers embrace.

Hand in hand, soar amongst the clouds,
where imagination knows no bounds.
We float, we glide in a tranquil space,
transfixed, incredible beauty of your grace.

Indifferent to time, there is no age
in this book of life, we are off the page
Dappled shadows in sunlight play
for eternity, in this place we lay.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 06/03/14
© Ray Sinclair 2014