Dreams

Early in the morning,
Hopping up to the sun.
Beautiful as the darkening,
Fire were you like burn.

Hopes were ignited,
The path was unknown.
Spirits were frightened,
Leaving the known.

Believe was there,
Alone down the rainbow.
Far to reach there,
Easy to throw.

Dreams were motion,
Scattered like the stars.
In the multitude of ocean,
Choosing one was harsh.

Picking up each piece,
Weaving them together.
The sun out front was in peace,
Inside the heart it is still burning altogether.