"Dreams"
©1999 by Liz Green

My night begins to open my mind
My mind begins to open my thoughts
My thoughts begin to open my imagination
My imagination begins to open my dreams
And my dreams, well, they speak of me
They are my  reaction to my reality yet played out
They take me to places I yet have courage to obtain
They are my playground, though not clearly defined.
They open the window to a life yet experienced
The window to views yet seen,    yet felt,    yet made real by me