I am a seller.
A seller of dreams
My dreams can be all sorts of things.
Soft and wonderful,
Warm and true.
My dreams can Never,
ever hurt you.
Just call to me
sprinkle some sand
I will take you Into dreamland.
Hard and harsh
Bright and cold.
Those kind of dreams have to be told.
For those dreams
I just might,
Take you away.
Not too far, nor too fast
Those dreams never last
just as long as you have your path.
I am a seller
A seller of dreams.
Blessed be my friends
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
Oooohhh….such a fascinating read!! This seems like a very promising business… cuz in return, you get happy hearts and kindness… and that’s sooo sweet!
Really enjoyed this dreamy ride…
wowo! this is breathtaking! thank you for this lunawitch! my late potluck haha- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/
Graceful poem, a subject dear to me… I like it!
Very interesting. Makes me question what it means to be a seller of dreams. Is it the subconcious, the world around us, the people we surround ourselves with?
Love the concept!
Dreams… a great commodity. If ya gotta sell, not a bad product choice!
Fantastic! Patent it! 🙂
That’s a cute poem! I love the idea of a seller of dreams. Do I get a choice of what kind of dream I can buy??
I enjoyed this!
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/sweet-pleasure/
lovely word play…
enjoyed the flow.
A++