your wishes are kept
in magical snow globes,
there they float,
along with your dreams –
in clouds so bright,
in lakes of oil paint,
sidewalk chalk forests, and
aquarelle streams.
your quiet thoughts
are stored in your pillow,
silent hopes
seep through in the night;
the fantasy scroll,
shaped by your heart's wish,
will then be attached to a
string adorned kite.
the sandman will smile,
and leave his cloud cottage,
way up high –
where no one can see,
he then floats down,
ever so gently,
and sprinkles his sand, so
you'll sleep worry free.
so sleep and dream,
let go of your worries;
let your kite float
on this magical breeze.
i'll be right here,
when you wake up tomorrow,
will you then tell me your
dream-filled stories?
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
