The Morning In lieu of Dreamscapes...

I am but a dream, escaping my mind
I am but a dream, erased, sublime
I am but a dream, nightmarish inside
I am but dreamscape, nomenclature collides.

In the morning as I awake to sunlight's surprise
In the morning as I awake to mirrored eyes
In the morning as I awake to newness disguised
In the morning I take it upon me to smile.

Such a simple thing to do, neglected in life
The smile is the highlighted soul showing face
I take a break from rhyme to prose what I mean
I mean to live life to reach my potential
Maybe one day surpassing its cool
Heating the night sky in breathless testament
These are a few things that live on in the dreamscape
One day all shall manifest, I hopefully pray.

I am but a woman, strong in my gentleness
I am but a woman, emotional, confessed
I am but a woman, yearning for the best
I am the woman, strong beneath my cest.

The tender nature, my heart, beneath my breast
The curvature upon my chest, hides what's best
But luckily I find easy to manifest
The nature of my heart, mind, and soul to the rest.
I am dreamscape in the morning as I awake
My eyes to the mirror cause pause to meditate
I am dreamscape in newness disguised
I take it upon me in the sunlight to share my smile....