Vivid Dreams

Vivid dreams of children held near I get to see them all so clear holding tightly my daughter does running wildly is my son we run through fields of fettered grass and flowers through stores picking out all around us under trees we sit read stories from heart not books it's untold story the vivid greens and bright lit tulips have me crying not of sorrow but of hoping one day see this dream come true look to my children my daughter soothes where my sun invigors the creative soul of my inner wizard up and down ladders we go trying on hats together mine patched of old holes tall hats short hats upside down to we laugh and laugh as I cry to woe is me for when I wake I realize it was just a dream but in that moment I choose to say it felt real so real it stays in a way for hope does not tend to fade just our perception of its sway

I've never known dreams like this of hope not down just gently wept I am grateful I am humbled for I deserve not this hollowed drumroll thrum thrum thrum the best hits three and imagination takes me to this place of fettered vivid dreams they are bound to inner grace but not bound if I trace for what we dream can often be reality of hopes and love what a duality there is no fear here no pain no coin thrones are crumbled just me and my boy¥girl this is the dream I choose to humble to and try to see it through to realities gates and onward through