In your eyes is the beauty of your dreaming brain, for asleep or awake, that part is always present in the poetic soul.
Asleep was her most active phase, for in that gentle slumber she dreamed a new and better world.
Asleep she was a ballet dancer in the black heavens, wrapped in the silk of the galaxy.
When you have real passion in your soul, asleep or awake, your brain is always working on solutions. That's when your inner genius takes great leaps forwards. That is why a person diverted from their dreams waves farewell to their greatest potential of intelligence, to the greatest gifts they could have given society.
As she slept, I saw a thought bubble of storybook-perfect dreams expand into the heavens.
Asleep she made the leaps her waking brain was afraid to make, then it whispered them to her as she typed. For writers are dreamers, as all poets and artists are.
Asleep is only another mode, another way we solve the greatest riddles of our existence... and then sometimes.... sometimes... we dream out loud upon a page or movie screen.
In his dreams he heard the sound of his children's feet, of their laughter and impromptu song lyrics. He would be so asleep and so awake in his soul, reliving those perfect moments of fatherhood. There were days he'd recall those adventures of the nighttime and lavish them upon us over breakfast, no doubt with a few beautiful details added on the fly. And he was so handsome as he slept, that steady heart, those steady breaths, more than enough to make me fall in love with him all over again.