Mon Rêve (My Dream)

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)