My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive.
The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive.
Often they fade, to black, and to white,
Others appear in magnificent light.
Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette,
They wait as I cling to the fear of regret.
One dream can splinter, into two, even three,
I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can be.Continue reading