Poet’s Dream

No parent encourages a poet's dream For how can you make a living When no one is listening?   Writer by trade Starving by day   A sad little grin stares at the page- Page filled with a lovely dream That shall never be reached. -Kel Dayheart

Dream On

With night comes dreams With day comes end   As we fall into our minds A place of different kinds   It's not always as it seems But will mend -Kel Dayheart

Falling in Love

He's a fast- time talker He's a smooth talker He's a charming charmer   Starry-eyed and feeling flush Half convinced I'm in love Half convinced I'm going crazy   It's a whirlwind It's a dreamscape It's a hope in us all   I guess that's why it's called Falling in love   -Kel Dayheart

Disquiet

Stop me with reality I'm a dreamer at heart With imagination to spare And the easiest way to get my heart Racing in overdrive Is to bring me back To grounded reality -Kel Dayheart

Daydream

Paint me a picture Even if it is only in words Saturate me in a scene Of imagery so genuine I could Almost reach out and touch Surrounding me in illusions Where I can no longer see The stage or page Before the moment is over -Kel Dayheart

Reverie

You were a pipe dream I never thought Was really feasible You were just a dream To daydream over Not someone to win I never thought of you In actuality   Until I did Until we did -Kel Dayheart

Figment

Fragment of a figment Illuminates the darkness for only a brief moment A spark Gone before eyes can adjust Leaving a feeling of longing- Longing for a place to belong -Kel Dayheart * A reposting of my first poem here  

Daily Dreamer

To the subway sleeper Who drifts along in slumber For so few seconds Between the than and now This is for you -Kel Dayheart

Stressful Sleep

To dream For me means stress My imagination is only creative When pointing out fears Whether it's of Failure, vanity, or death   For me A dream is never a dream -Kel Dayheart

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