A world of my own

I sit to write in the quite of night

Im my hand a pen awakes to the color of life

It takes control, a will of which i cannot fight

It expresses the true creative strife

With every flick and line

I see a world form, a world of love and peace

the pen itself created a world divine

With every word my thoughts begin to cease

A land forms before me

A land completely my own

Now that i let my pen's will free

The true colors of literacy have shown

Trees begin to form among

creatures, none alike

and birds begin there vivid song

My pen has given me view into the light

What words can do

To the mind of the free

is elegant to say a few

This story i have told must stay between me and you

Challenge

Explain dreaming to a person who never had or never will have a dream. Either because of a neurological problem or because he/she is not able to remember dreams.

The Poetry of a kind soul

Chapter 2 of 3

Sarah229

The Portrait Of A Dream

The land of dreams is extra ordinary. When up is down an down is up, no uttered word is necessary. For you are me and I am you my love is your love my pain you too will feel. Yet, its not all happy times for a jail it can become, when closed off to the darkest minds the land no longer prospers fun. Scary thoughts you dare not think, will come to life in vivid ink. In this world there is no daring knight who saves, it is only consciousness tugging from your sleepy grave. Not all residents in the land of dreams are slaved to these scary things. Some treat this land as a safe house from there life, from stress, abuse, and the common household strife. They paint a world in which they rather live. Some filled with love and others just with people who forgive. For our dreams are individually our own, Depicted by our emotions and ours alone. It represents things not said. Things we think only in our head. But when we wake, these thoughts will soon fade for only tales that tell of fate will remain in the concious world that we evade.