A Poetic Hope

A Poetic Hope

Dreams are the things,

That don't have a home,

Or a mansion,

Or a castle,

But a place locked away,

Inside my soul,

Inside my heart,

Inside my mind…

Forever and ever,

Until the day I die.

Dreams are the days,

That have yet to live,

And then nights,

That have yet to,

Sink into the day,

Where time is but a blur.

Drams are the moments,

That cannot be forgotten,

Or trapped inside a cage,

They can be contained nowhere,

But on paper I will try.