My Dreams

My dreams are my warmth
In the coldest night.
My dreams become my love,
Yet are my deepest fear.
My dreams dance from my heart,
Not jog in my mind.
My dreams are merely a
Conjure from the language
That my heart whispers to
My mind. What you see as
A world called reality,
I see a world of unborn dreams
And poetry.
Soon enough I must depart
For it is soon time for the dreams
To wrap me in their shadows and hold
Me through the night,
So I may for once not be alone