The Dreamer

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

She's a profile of study in front of the fire;

Eyes lost in the distant world where she goes.

Her voice, soft and gentle, breaks the quiet,

Weaves a sweet tale of triumphs and woes.

With words, she'll take you to a faraway land,

Let you drink from her fountain of memories;

You'll find yourself tasting the food of her soul,

As you sail her life's everchanging seas.

No matter the path her dreaming may take,

All hold their breath as they follow her in,

To a world where anything can happen, and will;

A place where you can forget or begin again.

You can see she's been there so many times,

Her travels are etched so plain in her face;

Yet all that moves are her lips as she speaks,

For moving would break the spell of that place.

She takes you down the rivers of her mind,

To experience life, make you ache and yearn;

You'll laugh even as the tears fall down,

You'll feel more alive at each twist and turn.

She sets your soul free to soar in the clouds,

Gives you reason to hope, when hopeless it seems;

We sit here, around her, never wanting to leave,

Our hearts do not hunger; she feeds us with dreams.