A Ditty of Dreaming

I sit and ponder my life's sweet dreams

I sit and wonder as blessed it seems

Under a tree I rest myself, as rain it teems

When a warmth appears with a face that beams.

My dreams are real to me

I wait and wait to see

Drinking my thoughts as easy as tea

I'm happy with me, sat by the sea.

Loving life as full as I think

A smile upon my face I drink

My whole future is written in ink

In colours that are bright, the colour pink.

© Michael D. Powell