Night Diary. My Diary.

I just want to go to the beach and walk with naked feet on the cool, soft sand;
Just sit there and watch the waves flowing in their own rhythm, 
Look at the sun and soak up the warmth.

I want to sit undisturbed and write poetry about faraway lands
About knights and palaces, magic carpets and carriages.

I want to read a book that speaks of a girl I know
And who can give answers to my clouded mind.

I want to open a diary and discover a withered rose
That reminds me of a love long lost, yet still sweet.

I want to look into the mirror and see someone who
Has peace within and a smile outside.

Is it too much to dream for?
I think not.