by reginadee2014

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From Moonbeams

Regina Puckett


Dreams are lovely visions

A daily tally of our decisions

Dreams are a nightly conveying

A soundless movie wistfully playing

Dreams are our hopes and wants

A memory that hangs on and haunts

Dreams make us smile and often cry

But when morning comes, we say goodbye

That is until we make them into a book

And invite the rest of the world in to look

What will others think of our lovely dreams

These words that formed from moonbeams