Dreams

Long ago I made my dreams,

I kept them hidden so it seems.

Now they are about to flow

My lady, come and see the show.

The time is far, the time is near

For my lady, there is no fear.

Take my hand, hold it tight,

I will lead you through the coming night.

We follow close behind a fawn,

A light appears, the coming dawn.

We look, we see a brightening light

And walk towards the days new sight.

© Michael D. Powell