Lots of thoughts
Run through my mind
They pause and then go
Forward and rewind
Some leave and never return
Forgotten completely
Others come back
A few haunt me
Daydreams dance alive
Leaving me in lullaby
My thoughts are my own
My own shelter to cry
Closed eyes blind
To everything the open sees
The touch of finger tips
A gently loves breeze
When reality slaps
All is broken
Whispers echo and fade
Until nothing is spoken
Still I wait again
For the chance to hide
Into my sweet dreams
With nothing to confide.

Crystal