A dream may be something you do in your sleep,
In the tract of your thoughts, for your mind to keep.
A dream is a portrait, of your own design;
Painted with promise and hopes so divine.
A dream is a picture that’s always in view
To serve as a guide when you don’t have a clue.
A dream can be answers to questions we face,
To offer up comfort, when we feel out of place.
A dream can be images that dance in your mind,
That visit day or night, no matter the time.
A dream is an aspiration or goal,
That quenches the burning, deep in your soul.
A dream can be your wildest notion.
Of fantastic ingredients to a magical potion.
A dream is anything you ever wanted to do.
A fantasy so real that it had to be true.
My dream was conceived in The Heart of it All,
On a snowy November, three months into Fall
Then finally arrived on the day of three sevens,
On a Thursday morning, at 11:11.
My dream is a beauty, that’s unparalleled,
That keeps my head spinning like a fair carousel.
My dream is etched in me like a tattoo;
My dream is forever; my dream is you.
Mon Rêve (My Dream)
Mon Rêve (My Dream)
Mon Rêve (My Dream)