Dreamer

A hiku about dreamers

They come and they go.
And with the will of a wisp.
they are gone at dawn.

Odd thing dreamers are.
The dreams never seem to fade.
A world never seen.

They stop and they look.
That no one would ever see.
A world that rests not.

They draw on paper.
What they visulize they meet.
We call them Artists.

They write on paper.
What they visulize they seen.
We call them Authors.