I dream
of things,
and places
and people
and circumstances.
I dream
of my place under the Tuscan sun
and of sunflowers that bloom
amidst an olive vineyard.
I dream
of a white painted villa
lovely as a postcard picture
and a woman by the trellis
coffee, paper and pen in her
hand.
I dream
of blue canopies by the shore
and of flowing waters of the sea
like the hue of the sky so blue
but unlike my heart
it never gets blue...
I dream
of three little girls
and oh, how lovely they have
become
they wouldn't even know
how deeply they are loved
by a dreamer
like me.
I dream
of writing
pieces of my heart and my soul
into books that will bespeak
of life
and love
and of the divine,
called Eternity.
I dream
of living
in a circumstance
where souls may be
what they are meant to be
and how they are meant to be.
I dream
and dream on
every moment,
every day.
for when i close my eyes to
slumber
I open my eyes and live on
Another dream.
