poems

i dreamt i were a poet
in ballads and ryhmes
i'd tell a story of souls long gone
for those in present and past
i dreamt i were a poet
with ease and grace i'd write
metaphorically and rhymically
the words dancing across the page
i dreamt i were a poet
able to write a thousand lines
as if in roman times
where epics were once born
i dreamt i were a poet
through images i would show
how it is to feel my life
and all that enters into my mind
i dreamt i were a poet
with the paper as my medium
i'd open your eyes with similes
and end them with a pause
i dreamt i were a poet
i dreamt in vivid colours
i dreamt as i dreamt before
i dreamt and then woke up