A poem for dreams

Come home dear dreams,

To me, the young girl who’s waiting.

Find me at the hill behind my house,

It’s closest to the moon, the sun, the stars, and you.

Someday you will make me run away from you,

But in your heart you will be desperate for my return.

Light up your fire so that it may burn my flesh,

And so that it can teach me what love is and can be.

Come home my dear dreams,

I’m the young girl who’s waiting.

I’m sitting here waiting for you to illuminate my life.

I’m sitting here looking for your light.

I know I will find it, but ‘till then

Show me that you’re on your way home.

I’m the young girl who’s waiting for you, patiently.