Dreaming

Somewhere along the river

I slept, dreamed

while waters carried my hopes away

traveling far, long determined paths.

They lightly danced along stones

at the edge,

straight

softly running

as closer and closer I came

to maybe.

My dancing 

running 

changed to soaring

above the river away toward clouds

the high encompassed me

as if hope realized was higher in fact

than my floating drifting flying self.

Looking down I saw

me

floating among clouds with

eyes closed.

Peace was my blanket

and allowed a freedom

where I rose then dipped low

for a sip of nectar 

then rose once again

meeting freedom

unhidden

until I floated down

softly 

quietly

I landed once more along the river

knowing hopes are real beings.