Dreams drift <br />in random ambiguity <br />not naming names <br />or pointing fingers, <br />showing little snips <br />of hope <br />a magic thing to cherish <br />through the day. <br /> <br />Sleep comes <br />and nighttime wraps itself around <br />the quiet dream <br />that slides in tonight <br />and every night <br />of eyes <br />that smile and kissing lips <br />that brush cheeks <br />oh so gently.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drift-of-dreams/
