There are dreamers of this world who see the blues and not the greys. The diamonds dancing in the moonlight, everlasting hope for our world today. As a dreamer of dreams yet to be, guess you could say I am one. Believing dreams still will come true, weaving magic with each rising sun. Of what are your dreams made, or could it be, nothing at all.
Clouds move slowly, over the moon's light creating darkness, unable to see.
No sound of foot fall, I feel your presence warmth from your soul radiates into me. We tread so lightly, unsure of the path a tentative touch, we explore the way. It's been a long journey, to the end of the day. Like an expert fly fisherman waiting to reel you in. Time is a deceiver when days given to you and me.