Dreams of a sunny day,
Flowers and a tree.
Remembering all the things,
Through the daytime that I see.
Entering the doors,
Of my subconscious mind.
Are colours and shapes
Of all different kinds.
My mind is at rest,
Asleep and calm.
Then suddenly I hear,
The voice of the most gorgeous
Guy that I love forever.
Jennifer Hanson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-30/
