At the time when people start to dream

At the time when people start to dream
When the air is cool and fresh in the morning
Their dreams seem to breathe all around you
A city of dreams just before dawn

My love, she lives in that city
In the quietness before bird song
When all are alone in their dream world
Dreaming of their right and their wrong

Not even the trees breath a word
All harm seems erased from the streets
When you can look up at the peaceful stars
And wish that all life was like this

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012