I walk around my dreams.....

sometimes
I walk around my dreams
without a sound,
coming to that same place
again and again,
that's waiting for me
to stop and look
and listen
to the sound of no sound,
to the sound of questions being born,
to the sound of paths being made
and unmade
carefully,
joyfully,
relentlessly,
to the sound of laughter and screams
of little children,
drowned by waves
that gobble up the shore
and everything sculpted
by little hands and little hearts
that only know where they can build,
and walk around their dreams,
all over again.