Sometimes when I look into the deep blue skies, <br />I dream of tomorrow and days gone by <br /> <br />I float across the oceans of the bright fluffy clouds, <br />Tip toe across raindrops; try not to make a sound <br />Shout from the heavens and dance with the stars, <br />Hang out on Saturn and dream about Mars <br />I whisper sweet nothings to the man in the moon <br />and slowly drift off with hopes to return soon<br /><br />C.Ann Penning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-56/
