Dreams put in paper-thin, cotton bags for safe-keeping,
Forgotten in day-to-day routines
But pulled out and dusted off
When days off are granted, and Time is treasured
For an hour or ten.
Far off places and faces
Dance on walls lit only
By candle light in small rooms -
Windows opened, music playing,
The rain outside adding soundtracks
To visions and meanderings of the mind.
Eyes droop and flutter
When dreaming turns to beautiful exhaustion.
Snuffed light, windows closed tight,
A retreat to sheets where dreaming turns
A corner to purple unicorns and streets of
Cotton candy.
It's a kiss on the cheek from the Fairy Prince,
A ride on a Bumble Bee, and a trip to
Magic Kingdoms in the sky before
Landing on my feet in Reality...
In a puddle of water...
With only one shoe...
No socks...
And I'm late for work.
-I Carry My Dreams in Cotton
aleyna rose dennis : 13 february 2008
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