I am a singer of dreams <br />In the night that tells the stories <br />Of people’s lives. <br />They’re all about those <br />Who are stored up in my memory. <br />They are about babies, children <br />Husbands and wives. <br />I sing about children <br />Singing out songs. <br />I sing about parents, <br />Short on patience <br />Who only see wrongs. <br />I sing about babies <br />Who love lullabies. <br />I sing about mothers <br />Up in the night <br />To soothe their cries. <br />I sing about fathers <br />Working all day <br />With their kids <br />Waiting for them to play <br />And forget about <br />Work and bringing home the pay. <br /> <br />We’re all dream singers <br />Wherever we go. <br />Some dream of livin’. <br />Some dream of dyin’ <br />Some say “I don’t dream.” <br />They must be lyin’. <br />For without dreams <br />That sing in the night. <br />All we have left <br />Is diminished sight.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-singer-of-dreams/
