Flying Through The Night Sky

May 17, 2012
By Cyndelpop BRONZE, Van Horne, Iowa
Cyndelpop BRONZE, Van Horne, Iowa
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At night dreams become real
I am eager to get in bed
I welcome dreams with open arms
And beautiful things float through my head

Not all dreams are too good
But often times they are
Sometimes they take me places
In reality are much too far

Never in my dreams
Do i ever cry
Because in unconsciousness
I'm flying through the night sky

The author's comments:
This is truly what I think of dreams, and what dreams mean to me. There is no place more beautiful then what some may call dreamland. No tears. Less desperation, and none of the depression that taints my life.

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