What dreams may enter

and try to speak

My heart will be open

and eager to listen.

What ever dreams may decide

to plant their seeds in my waiting mind,

I will be ready,

Because dreams are a door that I can’t keep shut

And I know that’s when God whispers.

I wonder if I wander into your dreams

with the elegance and subtleness of morning dew.

The dew that appears so often here.

The dew that when touched brings warmth here

in the bitter cold of reality.

What dreams may come,

let them come and never stop

I am waiting for the morning dew.