My Secret Questions
I lay at night upon my bed,
and many thoughts go through my head,
About my day, and future and what course it may take.
I do not want to leave the slate blank.
Plans I make and do not keep,
I think of those as I go to sleep.
But somehow peace finds me waiting,
Deep in my dream I keep relating,
to my childhood self who still remains
deep inside my woman brains.
Will I ever learn to discover, dreams awakened in reality
accomplishing dreams, goals within me
bursting out with creativity through my hands,
molding my world as others can.
I need a friend close to my heart,
to make this process begin to start.
Like water from a wishing well,
to validate my hopes and still,
I search for you within my dreams?
Have you come before and I have not seen?
My hand is stretched out in the darkness,
trusting you will take it and pull me though
the clouds of night that fog my view
and bring me into something new.