Dreamer

I search my thoughts in wonder
of who opens doors of visions.
I see through dreamers windows,
illusions inside a poets mind.

I may spend tomorrow in the far away land,
or spread my thoughts across the sand.
Maybe even spend my time all alone
or on the porch of a cabin with the one that I love.

I can go where ever I want to go,
within my pen the visions flow.
Illusions of love is where I may to be,
inside the mind of a poet these visions you'll see.

I often sit back and wonder in amazement
why these things go through my mind.
But then I realize I am a dreamer,
and dreamers open windows no one else can see.


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