as quickly as I lay on my cradle to sleep that night, the dark bit my head as I turn off the light my sheets start to fold in, pulling me into a wrap bringing me to a place between the real and the unreal, a gap
my eyes closed, my conscious asleep my mind opened, my thoughts start to creep dancing in pandemonium in the corners of my brain psyched! I think I might be awake in my dream
extraordinary things I see after the passing of a bright gleam rainbow behind clouds, magical creatures, and unusual things flee a girl runs freely then fumbles along with her dress longer than it should be psyched! this girl must be me!
a strange woman suddenly appears, helps her up and gives her a look she smiles at her and gives her a kiss on her forehead my conscious falls out of my sheets, my eyes snap open again, this woman visits me in my dream I wonder if she could be that special someone taking a peep her image suddenly passes my sight I know the stars could be holding her tonight
A poem I wrote in 9th grade. I think it would be fitting to preserve it in this site.