A time to dream

I relax upon a pillow,
Of boughs and leaves of green,
I gaze into the sky above,
It is my time to dream.

I release my mind and free my heart,
I let the wind take me where it will,
I become a dancing leaf,
I am free and I am thrilled.

My lungs inhale the fresh, sweet air,
Washed clean by morning mists,
I savor every breath I breathe,
Like ambrosia on a golden dish.

I have this urge to feel and touch,
And encompass all I see,
Each awesome sight within my mind,
The wonders of my dream.

I am taken far beyond
The mundane things of life,
I float upon white fleecy clouds,
I am fairy-like and light.

I am a child of innocence,
Next I am old with wisdom,
Then I am a bit of each,
Which contributes to my visions.

I must embrace it all
Else my dream not be complete,
I have this overwhelming love,
For everything I meet.

I dream with passion and compassion,
I love the things of which I dream,
For a moment I escape
To places only I have seen.

The peace and love within my dreams,
I cannot give to you,
But I can wish you times to dream,
So you may find your joys, too.