In the night while the sun is sleeping
and the darkness shrouds the land
Although I lay awake in bed
I still can't keep from dreaming

We're walking through the streets
that the rain has covered neatly
Dancing and splashing as we play
But look! We haven't gotten wet

Immune to the harsh world around us
Oblivious to all that's true and there
We're content to simply be, and
enjoy this precious moment together

Putting work and everything else aside
Managing to escape tedious reality
We've found complete happiness
in a would be meeting somewhere

Only a vision, I roll over and sigh
Looking at the streets where I am
I know we'll never live the dream
Here, there... or anywhere really

For the paths of life have led us
in completely opposite directions
Too far we are to reach the other
to hear or even see the other

I look out my window and see
it's REALLY raining on the street
I realize I'm not wet and grin because
at least PART of the dream's come true
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As I begin spring cleaning, I find a lot of forgotten things... like little scraps of napkins and receipts... with poems scribbled all over them! LOL. I can't EVEN remember when I wrote this, but I'll post it now. I'm placing it first in workshop because most all of my poems rhyme and that's what comes naturally for me. When I write something that doesn't... well it just doesn't seem like a poem to me. So, I'd like your opinion and/or suggestions. - Thank you.