CANTINHO DA POESIA.

                                                                                      SONHOS

                                                                                    Sonhos sonhados, 
                                                            sonhos perdidos.
                                                            sonhos passados
                                                            e dissipados.
                                                            Perdidos na noite
                                                            sumidos no espaço,
                                                            pra longe levando,
                                                            momentos felizes.
                                                            Deixando lembranças,
                                                            de sonhos vividos,
                                                            que ficam marcados,
                                                            na alma da gente.
                                                            Saudade dos sonhos,
                                                            que mexem com a alma,
                                                            trazendo esperança,
                                                            de dias melhores.
                                                            Nos sonhos se buscam
                                                            respostas secretas.
                                                            Decifrar enigmas,
                                                            muitas vezes tentar.
                                                            Mergulho no sono,
                                                            em busca dos sonhos,
                                                            dos sonhos que alegra
                                                            meu doce sonhar.
                                                            Sozinha me encontro,
                                                            no escuro da noite,
                                                            perdida no sonho,
                                                            sem rumo tomar.
                                                            Sem ter pra onde ir,
                                                            seguir pela estrada,
                                                            deserta e sem luz.
                                                            Minha alma me guia,
                                                            presente se faz e
                                                            pela mão me conduz.

                                                                                Aridinéa Vacchiano