I beg you help me in angelic charityPray my efforts will reflect your mastery

...How terrible those dreams before sleep werethe worse kind mixing hope with despair...

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - its my lucid dream of being with you...

Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it

Whenever I learn a new word I feel strong for I discover a new world. Whenever I share a word I feel weak I give away a sparkle of my dreams. Soar

Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality all that remains are the imprints of experience.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops cryingas the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....From the poem Only For You By Munia Khan

The world of light and starry gracewithin your mind I live to trace.Your thoughts speed in thunders glorylightening my being with dreams story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish the heart of fame.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.