The Crickets chirp their lullaby. The wind caresses the each leaf and tree. The darkness of night soothes the world into slumber. And the Dreamers Heart sails away.
The Heart longs for so many things when night falls and the world is silent. The adrenaline rush of the adventures it has only read of in books, to far off lands with wild animals roaming free and where odd languages are spoken.
The Heart having that swell of pride in the dream of creating magic out it own two hands. Weaving tales and stories for others to follow and get lost, and dresses for memories to be made in.
The beats of the Heart changing to the rhythmic thumps of the music rolling out of the nightclub that it dreamed up. The different mural painted walls, themed rooms and serene style.
Extreme joy as the Heart watches a new face find the same adventures, hopes, and dreams in a book. A book found because the Heart was able to provide it to them.
Lastly but never least the Dreamers Heart dreams of love. Love of the world around them. Love of all the dreams they have. Love for all the people who are there for them. and Love for the one they have yet to find.
until the fates let us,
ali
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