A
pocket full of dreams
A
hand full of wishes
And
one prayer just to believe
Just
to feel what they can be
Ninety-nine
dreams, in my mind
All
of them not just mine
Dreams
that were given to me, from a friend
They
were sent to me in a letter
Saying,
you won't be lonely forever
We
can play games together
We
can sit and read what ever
Ninety-nine
dreams, in my mind
All
of them not just mine
Dreams
that were given to me, from a friend
With
your head on my shoulder as you napped
Awake
I would dreamed
Holding
my hand your fingers entwined with mine
I
would dream
Ninety-nine
dreams, in my mind
All
of them not just mine
Dreams
that were given to me, from a friend
Seven
years later we start again
Just
a day the feeling has faded away
Distant
was not a factor but the passage of time was
One
by one reminisce of these dreams
As I clip them into confetti
©Copyrights 2016 Thomas Dooley
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