My Dream

I have a dream it's in its making
It seems too large and that is so mistaking.
I close my eyes;
I wander into another realm, a distant place
where everything harsh and real gets replaced.
Welcome to a land,
Cold and yet some warm,
let it heal the affects, of the worn and the torn.
Fall into a daze,
drop through purple mist-
And taking my time glide into blue haze.
Resting my head and leaving,
Going to a place where nothing is dead-
but, everything is deceiving.
I have a dream and it's in its making
It seems too grand and that is so mistaking.

© Charice L. Andrews