Dreams are not Dreams: Poetry Series

Dreams are not Dreams

In between my thoughts and hopes, lie my dreams,

They cloud my mind with fantasy and fear.

Confused and wishing they come true, it seems

as though I’m almost there, horizon clear.

In all my selfish wantoness I find

the truth is not so selfish afterall...

Since all the magic came from deep inside,

the others are just staring at the wall.

Eventually I know it will be real

and the fogginess of daydream will leave.

For dreams are what I am and what I feel

no matter how difficult... I believe

that in the end I’ll sparkle with a smile,

he’ll kiss my cheek, holding hands all the while.

Dalea FaulknerComment