Our sweet dreams <br />are built on love; <br />our saddest ones <br />are of when love dies. <br /> <br />Each day we build up ourselves <br />to face a better tomorrow. <br />We dream of things <br />we want to happen. <br /> <br />On waking up, we wish them to, <br />but our dreams are only facts, <br />we have stored up everyday, <br />and while we are asleep, our mind stores them away. <br /> <br />At times we live in a world of make believe, <br />where fantasy and hope intertwine, <br />to make a sort of reality <br />in our dreaming mind. <br /> <br /> <br />26 May 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-dreaming-mind/
