I: Steady
you're the strong one
the confidant, clear-headed one
always
so watching you doubt
hurts me more than you know
you've always been steady
for me
so now I'll be steady
for you

It's official. The things that transpire in my dreams are the most creative and bizarre things I have ever come in contact with. I swear that no one has had experiences like mine. I know that some people dream that they can fly, or that they have super powers, or something un-graspable like that....but those things are at least semi-normal. Those are the things that we can day dream about during the day when we are conscious.

**Part eight, and we're not quite at the end yet. Enjoy.**

I wonder what has happened
to the days
when life was carefree.
I wander as I wonder,
as I look, but I don't see.
Yet still I wonder,
wandering yet,
Ceaselessy searching,
for a way to get

love
truth
beauty

without

strife
hatred
pain

where can I find
the hidden virtues of the heart,
they're buried deep,
they've been ignored for so long.
Yet they've been there all along.

There is a room at the end of the hall
filled with the things we leave behind
lying like dried leaves in fall
familiar as a nursery rhyme

On the shelves are dusty globes
made of glass and full of snow
each holds a dream, now dusty and cold
which once did glitter like riches untold

Below them musty volumes sit
filled with every joy and wish
written in a childish hand
stories tell of foreign lands