HERE’S TO YOUR DREAMS~~

Here’s to the capricious dreams in your head,
to all of the monsters from under your bed.
Here’s to the angels that soar ‘round your ceiling,
and watch over the night no matter the feeling.
Where is that dream place you desire to find?
Ever and always out of reach in your mind.
The phantoms and hallways and pathways and doors,
lead you from forests, to attics, to the squeaking of floors.
Here’s to the dreams that begin so vivid, so real,
and within moments become private theater surreal.
A playground for visions and shadows and receding twilight,
twisting movements and sounds that cavort in the night.
Here’s to landscapes and seascapes, known and unknown,
to parlors and papers and dream winds full-blown.
Here’s to the diaphanous moment when your eyes start to close,
you run from the thorns, but you long for the rose.
Here’s to the uncharted depths of your mind and your soul,
and the clowns and the bards  that seek to console.
Who is the person you become when you sleep?
Does it scare or enlighten, or cause you to weep?
So happy with golden-light shining around you as day,
here for a moment; then flows quickly  away.
Yes, here’s to your dreams, with puzzling roads and tenuous things,
and here’s to the grace that God’s daylight brings.
                       Tonya L. Willman ©2010