My dreams are like clouds written on a sky-blue whiteboard
My clouds are forever moving, changing as they stretch across the firmament
My dreams have accompanied me since childhood, an escape from that reality
My reality of today no longer needs escaping, but I still have those dreams
My dreams are sails on my boat of life, seeing me safely from port to port
Love all of these word pictures you’ve painted for us – they bring us into the poem, into the dreams