A Sweet, Little Dream

A Sweet, Little Dream
by Morgan Straughan Comnick

ISBN: 9781310156090
Pages: 200
Release Date: May 13, 2014
Ages: 13 and up
Genre: Romance, poetry, drama

My Little Box (1997)

I went to the Attic
And then, I saw a box
For me, one and all

Inside was all mine
Dresses and other things
Most of all, something neat happened
My book collection happened to be complete

I read a book in that minute
It was red, old, and dusty.
Then, I fell into a Dreamland.
I dreamed I was a little princess
Walking along a rusty, old castle in France.
I left the castle at half past nine.
Then, I saw a man by a ship in baggy underpants.
He sailed me to New York and it happened.
I saw my papa, waiting for me.
I gave him a hug and kiss
We sailed to the castle in the mist.
Then I got out of Dreamland in time for dinner.

It’s been 20 years since I saw that old box
It’s in my attic now
My daughter cleaned it
She said she was Heidi
And later, she woke up by that big, old box
Book in hand.

Your Eyes (2002)

Oh, boy, you stare at me
And I only watch you shyly.
Distance: that’s all it is
But, I feel something for you.

I’m always in your embrace.
I know your warmth, that comfort.
We need to become one,
Yet you were my friend first

Until, you made my knees weak with those…

Those things that shine,
Those things that mesmerize.
Those things that sparkle,
Those things that seem to hypnotize.

Oh, I’m trapped in the spell, the spell of…your eyes.

Sweetie, what’d you do to me?
You’ve always been fine,
Yet now I get butterflies.
I’d fight any girl to make you mine.

Oh help, tell me why!

You’re always wandering my dreams.
Give me our special smile (secret).
Now, I always blush.
You make me think my life’s worth living.

This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t look into your crystal pools,
the color of those…

Those things that shine,
Those things that mesmerize.
Those things that sparkle,
Those things that seem to hypnotize.

Oh, I’m trapped in the spell, the spell of…your eyes.

I want our lips to melt together.
I imagine holding hands, flying away.
Then, you tell me the words
And I respond to you. It’s our day!

Oh, I need you, want you, love you!

Those things that shine,
Those things that mesmerize.
Those things that sparkle,
Those things that seem to hypnotize.

Oh, I’m trapped in the spell, the spell of…your eyes.

I see you and me in perfect harmony.
Our hearts are one, our souls having fun.
A past, future, so lovely and true,
in those, baby your…

Those things that shine,
Those things that mesmerize.
Those things that sparkle,
Those things that seem to hypnotize.

Oh, I’m trapped in the spell, the spell of…your eyes.

Oh thanks to…your eyes!

The Warmth of Colors (2004)

Alone in the darkness,
Listening to the rain pour,
Shivering to the thunder,
Needing your hug more.

Cuddling my knees,
My heart in despair.
Why did you leave me?
I thought you cared!

Then, I see you,
Hanging out of clutter.
The colors, so lovely,
With a note: “To me love grandmother”

I stare at your work.
The frogs: so smiley and bright.
I actually smile,
The first time tonight.

You’re wrapped around me,
Your embrace so warm.
We sit on our bed
Watching the rain still pour.

Light is in my heart now.
I do have a friend, no fear.
You may have died,
But you’re still here.

My Love (2004)

Rose petals fall from the skies
When you first arrive.
You’re never late to save me,
you’re always on time
Every one wants you
Cause, baby, you’re so fine!
But, why can’t I ask you:
Will you be mine?

You’re always in my mind, my thoughts.
You’re with me when I’m in bed.
And every time I see you,
My face turns bright red!
Your eyes always spark,
Your face always shine.
Your heart is so pure,
And you’re just too kind!

When you hug me,
My heart is about to bust
When you grab my hand,
I wish it could last forever; it must!
My dream is to have
a magical first kiss.
Would you do it?
Or would you diss

I know we’re different.
I know I’m not special, but let my heart dance.
I know you could do better,
But please, babe, I’d love a chance.
I know we’re close friends,
But notice my feelings, with all your might.
You are my shooting star;
I’ll wish on your light.

I bet you think I’m crazy
Writing, thinking, all this stuff,
But when I see you, the words…
Write themselves; I know it’s not much.
We’re from two different worlds
And I haven’t known you for long,
But I must get this feeling out
Before you may be gone

It’s true!
I’ll say it: I’m deeply in love with you!
And maybe, Oh if only maybe…
You love me too!

Dearest Angel (2004)

A sender of God.
A holder of peace.
A wish come true,
yet, you seem out of reach.
A smile of pure love,
A face of true happiness.
I wish for your hand of healing ways
And a simple butterfly kiss.

You play with me.
You make me feel like magic is real.
Yet, you run away from me.
How does that make me feel?
Don’t be scared;
I want to be your friend.
We’re not so different at all.
I want to be with you until my end.

I know people say bad things about you.
I know that people scream at you.
It’s just that people don’t understand you.
They don’t try to know you,
But…Not me
I know you have no body of your own.
I’ll accept you for who you are.
You were human once.
Why do people treat you so hard?

Your heart deserves a crown of stars
And winds of gold.
Your hair is so lovely,
More than they told.
Take my hand, trust me!
I care for you dearly.
I’ll always believe in you and spirits no matter what
Your heart is still here; it’s inside me!

This collection was born thanks to adventures to magical places that my youthful imagination crafted, a royal decree that henceforth let me be known as “The Queen of Details,” and a very energetic “role model for today’s youth.” Writing had always been a comfort, a way of expressing myself since my voice was locked tight due to shyness. But because of these events, gifts, professors, and people in my life, light was shed on a pathway to writing as a career. In this collection, you will find works mostly from my high school years, exploring an array of genres. You’ll learn about my younger self–both child and teen–who made me the woman I am today.

It all started with a notebook, a pencil, words of encouragement, a sweet, little dream.