The Dreamscape
By Nicola Brooks
With daylight
The mourning moon
Passions pacified
Illusions belong to the night
But I’ll remember her kiss
As if it were mine for the keeping
Remember her face
As if it were the last I’d ever see
Knowing that when the sun rises
I’ll surrender
Knowing that with one touch
She will hold me forever
Nicola's Poetry 
it’s like a dream
the dream that screams to be fulfil
it’s like a dream
the dream that you’re afraid to lose
it’s like a dream
the dream that you need to free
…
than
you will see the dream
you will touch the dream
you will feel your dream
…
the dream will stay with you
…
forever