Dreams

Dream’s comes from your heart’s eye
When your head is on your soft pillow.
Flying high,
Or under a willow.
This is the contents of your desires,
Dreams occur when you’re at peace,
Undisturbed and uninterrupted.
Dreams are yours, and yours alone to keep,
The secrets your heart tells once you’re asleep,
But dreams are also your goals,
Once you unlock them, they release your soul.