My Dreams

My dreams are mud
in which they can be used as clay
My dreams are mud
no different from night and day
My dreams are ore
from which i shall get iron
My dreams are ore
my roar is like a lion
My dreams are fire
burning all like straw and wood
My dreams are fire
separating bad from the good
My dreams are water
rushing over a great fall
My dreams are water
having and giving life to all
My dreams are wind
strong and focused
My dreams are wind
ready to swoop down like locusts
My dreams are power
born of the mind and bred of the heart
My dreams are power
bridging the gap of worlds apart
My dreams are mine
but ever since i met you
everything has gotten out of hand
and now my dreams are yours to command