i seem to be alone
for when I am happy the sun shines
and when I cry the world
seems to cry with me
and at night is when i begin
to dream
dream of the past, present, and of things to come
of good times and bad times
places that my eyes have not yet
fallen apon their baeuty
of which is held within them
to the deepest parts
and mine are seen through my dreams.
to those who wonder what life is about
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-my-dreams/
