Monday, June 7, 2010


With a mind like Yours,
I tend to drift,
Vivid I picture,
Detailed I concoct,
Real enough that I can touch,
A haven,
A window into possibilities,
An orifice of destiny,
A jolt of fresh strength,
A hopeful tomorrow,
A leeway,
Honored for Your ability in me,
As I dream on,
Bring them to fruition.