A DREAM TO SEE

I have a dream, but never of gold, just of my words, one day sold. My thoughts that ignite, they cause me to write, to a rhythm I recite, in the hopes I delight, all in my sight, I dream that the sound of my words will fly like a kite, reaching past it's highest height. I dream that my passion will penetrate, my fashion will filtrate, my stashing will stimulate,  causing my cashing to percolate, my love will forever circulate, my grind will generate, all that I can dream of or ever anticipate. I have a dream of fate, that I hope I didn't miss because I slept too late.