Dear Diary,   

I would like to put a Poem in the Elftown Dreamers contest and see how it comes out but I am afraid to so I will just have it here for now until I feel like putting my poem up to it. 


            Is love a Dream?

  Is love a dream or is it life? The passion it gives us burns like a wild fire deep inside our souls. It lets our imagination run and be free, while your body is stuck down on earth Sleeping as the Angel of love lets us bleed it all away into the darkness.As you awake you regain yourself and wonder, if love is a dream then what is life?. Is life the beginig of the same wild fire? the flickering little coal waiting for the flicker of another light to ignight it? and let it race through our wildest dreams burning the very last of our sences.Until eather the cloud rains on you or the fire just cannot live any more. As it dies down into a less flickering tiny coal again as a small wind finishes your old lingering life.But if the cloud comes and rains on you until you are a tiny coal again waiting for the right love the right dream to come and rescue you and your dimly burning coal.Giving it a flare to light it again and let it burn to the very end of its time to burn.   So is love a Dream? or another part to life. me, I say dream.

       
  I hope I find enougth corage to put it in before I cannot submit it,

              Cassie.

Dear Diary,   

I would like to put a Poem in the Elftown Dreamers contest and see how it comes out but I am afraid to so I will just have it here for now until I feel like putting my poem up to it. 


            Is love a Dream?

  Is love a dream or is it life? The passion it gives us burns like a wild fire deep inside our souls. It lets our imagination run and be free, while your body is stuck down on earth Sleeping as the Angel of love lets us bleed it all away into the darkness.As you awake you regain yourself and wonder, if love is a dream then what is life?. Is life the beginig of the same wild fire? the flickering little coal waiting for the flicker of another light to ignight it? and let it race through our wildest dreams burning the very last of our sences.Until eather the cloud rains on you or the fire just cannot live any more. As it dies down into a less flickering tiny coal again as a small wind finishes your old lingering life.But if the cloud comes and rains on you until you are a tiny coal again waiting for the right love the right dream to come and rescue you and your dimly burning coal.Giving it a flare to light it again and let it burn to the very end of its time to burn.   So is love a Dream? or another part to life. me, I say dream.

       
  I hope I find enougth corage to put it in before I cannot submit it,

              Cassie.