Dreams (poem)

Visions in the night
give solid form
to formless thoughts,
revealing secrets of the soul.

Dreams of heart's desire
wake the inner voice;
wanting to be heard,
it whispers all night long.

Written last year, this was my first poem. Well, I've had to write some poems in school, but that was just writing nonsense to try to pass English. This poem was the product of inspiration; the first one that I wanted to write. In fact, I felt like I needed to write, to give my emotions an outlet.