Sleeping Adventures

When I begin

to think
My dreams
have been lost
I lean out my window

Let the scent
of the flowers
in my room
mingle with the magic
of the the flowing river
and the purple heather
in the distance.

Surely this is
the stuff
dreams are made of.

And even when
I open my eyes
to find I am
still in my bed
in a small room
without a view
without the heather
without the river
I know my dreams
are alive and well
and living in my heart
and my sleeping adventures.

 

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