Daydreams

I wake from a dream
I dreamed in the day.
I slept while the sunlight
kept clouds away.
I painted a picture
of someone in prayer,
while an angel stood by
and prayed with her there.
I wrote a sweet poem,
of love and of life.
I wrote a short story
of triumph from strife.
 I could be, I could do
anything and all.
I could be big and brave.
I could be shy and small.
For I, still a child,
an innocent one,
ponder in daydream
what I can become.

-LJ
11 May 2016