"Every Kid"

Every kid dreams of being something great. What were you're dreams ask the small girl sitting in my arms. I don't know what I dreamed I replied to her.
Most mornings I awoke,emerging deep from within in my blankets stirring from an unrestful slumber-trying hard to not remember the nightmares from the night before. What did you dream asked the small voice?
I dreamt I hid from the monsters in the night-lumbering through the darkness stealing my youthful ideas of growing up. I dreamt of beautiful gardens and yellow fields sunburnt from the sun setting in the west. I remember once seeing the evening sky lit as if it were on fire, a burning ball of reds, oranges & yellows and wished I had a camera-to capture what I had never seen. I think I said to her colors always fascinated me...colors & textures. People and animals. Water, sun and air. Everything that reminds us the life is alive. And beautiful.
We sat still for a moment as she turned and put her arms around me and said; whatever you dream you can become. Dare to dream she whispered, dare to believe...