Dreams

Have you seen dreams?

I found mine

Living among the snow

Which was barren

Which held no glow. 

It was very bright-

The dream that is-

Kind of light 

And gave me a nifty feeling 

Of new insight

It disappeared-

The snow I mean-

And left a pretty garden

Thats growing into what "I" demeans.

I love my dreams

My very important treasure.

Who wouldn't, of course?

They are my source

My greatest pleasure!