I thank the lord, for what dreams may come, <br />And bestow their gifts on me. <br />In the land of dreams, there are no frowns, <br />And once again, I'm young and free. <br /> <br />I'm often on some distant shore, <br />Just fishing with my dad. <br />Just like it was long years before, <br />My eyes shine, no longer sad. <br /> <br />And mores the night, while in my dreams, <br />I see my sainted mother. <br />She's here with me again, or so it seems, <br />Caring for me like no other. <br /> <br />I thank the lord, for what dreams I dream, <br />While he smiles down on me. <br />I hear my folks so clear it seems, <br />That their faces I can see. <br /> <br />What dreams may come, lord I thank you, <br />When I can see loved ones again. <br />Though they disappear, with the morning dew, <br />For a short while, there was no pain.. <br /> <br />This poem was written with the inspiration of the love of my life, <br />Elvira my wife.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-may-come/
