------Where Dreams Live------

When do dreams go
in morning's bright light
do they just disappear
or hide out of sight

Mine always stay close 
in the branchs of trees
and teases my cats
like a small playful breeze

And when I feel down
or my spirit is low
I walk in my garden
and watch flowers grow

Soon my dreams come to visit
and take me away 
to visions and wishes
of satisfaction someday

These dreams keep me happy
they never will die
making each day worth living
they keep the sun in the sky

As years take their toll
my dreams keep me young
with thoughts of life's treasure
and songs yet unsung 

I don't know of others
but hope their dreams live
cause dreams never take 
they always just give.