Never can such a dream held
in the bosom of your heart
wonder free.
Enter the whisper of soul
and light lovingly
bright and soft.
Velvet is a touch of wind
that graces bloods
fairest of hearts.
Exit the tears of doubt that
cloud your sunny day.
Remember all the rivers and
streams lead to you.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-was-just-an-old-dream/
