Dreams

Leaning over into my field of dreams

My mind is propelled into another world
Where the land is firm
My mind more sturdy
My vision seems unpaired

Tiptoeing across paving stones
Over the lake of my life
I'm prancing, gliding, floating, flying
Being chased by something new

The scent of freshness
The smell of flowers
Launching me into every new hour
Crossing terrains anew

I'm happy
I'm me
Jolly, jovial and free
Don't stir
Don't wake me please.

© Leonora Sophie

Dreams

It crumbled in my hand

But my palm was open

The unintentional strength

From within

Was without a doubt

The forceful nature of this mystery

Or rather

The outside powers

Invisible to the naked eye

Yet able to destroy

The hopes and dreams 

That I once held

© Leonora Sophie