Regina Puckett

When Dreams Become Words Regina Puckett

A Collection of Poetry From Moonbeams Dreams are lovely visions A daily tally of our decisions Dreams are a nightly conveying A soundless movie wistfully playing Dreams are our hopes and wants A memory that hangs on and haunts Dreams make us smile and often cry But when morning comes, we say goodbye That is until we write them into a book And invite the rest of the world in to look What will others think of our lovely dreams These words that are formed from moonbeams