When I Dream... Poem by Crystal Piatt

When I dream,
I dream about all kinds of things.
I dream that I am flying
And that I can sing,
Sweet music,
Just like a bird.
And when I dream,
I can hear everything.
All the animals and music of the world,
All humming like a peaceful ocean,
Soothing my tired ears.

When I dream,
I dream about the things I love.
History, music and more,
All flowing through my heart
like a sweet melody.
Never a single song alike.
Each sweet story,
Becomes more and more precious
Every time I read the words
in my ever-active mind.

When I dream,
And fall asleep at night,
I can see all my wishes.
Some coming true in reality;
Some drifting away into the night.
Perhaps someday they will return,
And become part of life.
Each night,
I dream on and on.
Remembering some,
And forgetting others.


When I dream,
I dream about all kinds of things.
I dream that I am flying
And that I can sing,
Sweet music,
Sweet, sweet, melodious music,
That will forever be sounding
in my beating heart.