I’m dreaming throughout the night,
Never sleeping.

It leaks out onto the pages, not be read, but seen.
I try to get my messages across, not yet sure exactly what I want to convey.
I want to learn how to create beauty in every way I can.
We grace this world, and we must learn to make this time worth our thoughts and our desires.

I dream my way to sanctuary.
I dream my way to peace.
I pray only when I want something,
Which is why I am never answered.