I’m having this weird feeling right now. It’s the same feeling I get at the beginning of every summer. Granted, it’s not quite summer yet. The feeling’s come a little early this year. It’s the realization that, no matter how much dirt and crap and homework has gotten thrown at you, you are gonna have some fun soon. No matter completely horrible life has been, there will at least be some brief respite from the torture chamber.

 **Note to self: no more writing creepy stories while alone in a strange house late at night. Even if it does turn out to give good inspiration.** 

Hold me here and whisper forever
“I love you” and dear, tell me you'll never
Wish for another when we’re together,
Or want for anyone but me.
Offer a kiss; if I decline, don’t steal it.
Promise me this, you and I won’t ever quit.
Tell me, my dear, that I am worth it.
Please whisper those words to me.

The dreaming, it was the start
the first beat of an unbroken heart
it was like we had
never been apart

My dearest, are you sleeping?

Among green leaves I lay awake,
Dreaming of what could be.
Dreaming of life, and youth,
And of the world,
All that could happen to me.
My mind whirls,
With what might some day be,
It goes off on a treachorous flight.
Taking me through the summer's evening,
And into the morning light.
I'm flying through the clouds,
Seeing all I want to see.
I land for a small rest,
To have a small glass of water,
And perhaps a bite to eat,
Then back up into the clouds I fly,
Dreaming once again.

Sometimes dreaming is what keeps me alive
but sometimes I wonder if it's worth the fight
when all it appears to do is fill my mind, with
something that seems impossible for this life.

And I don't mind this world in its essence
it's the outcome I don't understand
when everything's viewed to be broken
and no one will just take a stand.

Well, I'll not lose myself in this depth, unfathomable;
a world and humanity. It's a surface smile,
a shallow love that lasts to strike, and
the match goes out, giving way to the night.

Sweet, sweet streams flowing by
A birdie singing my lullaby
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Bless this house,
Oh Lord, I pray
Keep it safe by night
By day
Keep me in your arms until
Gentle flowing by, I will

And into the stream, the flowing stream
I will float upon the water in dream
Into the arms of love and grace
Into the Stream of the Dreaming place.