Some dreams just are built to stick

8 Oct

She tells her heart while half asleep
In the darkest hours
With half-words whispered low
As dreams stir in a winter’s sleep.
Only an ambitious thought to follow
to the places she goes.
Over land, past deep blue seas,
Across a blank canvas to find
Nothing set,
Nothing made yet.

Pick up a pen, wake from this sleep
Everything we believe
Everything we do
Connects the space
Between dreams and life,
Between me and you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: