There is a Dream that Comes

There is a dream that comes,
In like the new rose;
With the leaves of cerebrums,
When you hold it up close.
From treats of its flower,
Half open to the eyes;
Fragrance and willpower,
To realities disguise.

Never rooted to the ground,
Each stem it gives;
Only in dreams it's found,
And within it - it lives.
The book of my song,
On clouds that drift by;
All and each I long,
Like amplitude of the sky.

There's a dream that's there,
With pages to write;
Of stories we may share,
If they are within eyesight.
A book of each belonging,
Bread of life it's too;
Ways might be absconding,
Never seen clearly through.