my heart contains a dream
that keeps me wanting to sleep
to hide in it
but in a gift of chance—
a blessed circumstance—
I find myself waking to find
that leaving sleep is the right time
to be awake for a day or two
to see my dream coming true
if only for a while
I carry a smile
into the next dream
I hide away
before I sleep
to see the same dream
in a gift of chance—
a blessed circumstance
Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
This is the #potd #poem of the day.
I would love to write a poem for you. See how.
see me at The Prose
Just Evelyn 