Where my dreams come from, beautifully scripted as if formed for a serene mind Like a heart full of faith that was once loved like the surface of a pearl Dreaming is like a poem told by guardians and with the Holy Spirit written on the skies of my mind. Where emotions are entranced in a spirit of love And the world is Gods seed And a restless heart learns to sleep Tranquil and timeless, silent and peaceful In the nights breath where God governs over your sacred world of dreams that they are…