Sometimes when I look into the deep blue skies,
I dream of tomorrow and days gone by
I float across the oceans of the bright fluffy clouds,
Tip toe across raindrops; try not to make a sound
Shout from the heavens and dance with the stars,
Hang out on Saturn and dream about Mars
I whisper sweet nothings to the man in the moon
and slowly drift off with hopes to return soon
C.Ann Penning
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-56/
