A dream was reading my lines
Written in blue ink,
That dream transformed my lines in red ink
A sailboat in the sea approaches on the horizon at dawn,
And the dream was trying to write in between my lines
Not sure if that dream was making corrections,
Or was trying to tell me a hidden message,
But my new message is in a bottle,
Remains on the shore of the beach to be sent
As I pick one daisy, the wind blows and starts removing its petals one at a time,
Pronouncing: “he loves me, he loves me not”
Sweet dream, I want to send you my new message,
But your actions stop me from doing it.
Then His Name came over and told me: “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.” – 1 Chronicles 16:34
Glenda Soto-Gomez
