In the dark and on my own

A smile becomes an elusive dream,

And I lose myself in my sleep.

A Dream

I had a dream

That I could fly.

I’d spread my wings

And touch the sky.


I’d swoop and soar

And dive and glide.

I’d loop de loop

and fly so high.


But the thing with dreams,

Although they’re great,

Is they disappear

Soon after you wake.