By Olivia Moore
My dreams come to visit me every night,
Bringing revenge on the troubles of the day.
Expressing their loyalty to my happiness.
I can’t suppress them or their meanings.
They show me my fate, and what I truly lust for.
Help me cope with loss, as well as show me
The next chapter of my journey.
It’s an honor
To see my dreams each night, giving me nostalgia
For when times were simpler.
Azure skies with
Clouds that could make rough times
Happy days with the bright, yellow
Sun, seeping straight into my heart, filling me with
I am protected by my dreams, they never
Fail to amaze me, they’ve never shattered themselves.
But every morning, as the gold and wine
Of dawn approaches, I leave my dreams behind.
Giving them time to prepare for the revelry of the night.
Cycling in circles like,
A dog chasing its tail, my dreams
Appear night after night.
Keeping me from the harshness of the world,
They are a lion and I am a cub.
Some dreams bring me to tears,
In a good kind of way,
but those dreams are just dreams,
Never to be concrete.