I have always been a
dreamer,
But not the way you
think.
When my body goes to
rest,
My spirit leaves to link.
With other people and
places,
I have never been,
I look forward to these
journies,
I wake and get my pen
Keeping account of my
travels,
Of who, and where I've
seen,
The night time hours are
wonderful,
Physical world is left
behind,
I thank God for the
adventures,
He puts into my mind.
(c) copyright heather burns
I am very, very curious how you determine your stanza structure, and where to place the rhyme. Could you give me some info on that?
Starward
Nice poem.
I like it.