To: bentfeather
Dreams
Why are dreams done in the dark?
Is their substance gossamer?
Can they not compete with rainbows,
Iridescent wings that shimmer"
What form do dreamshape shadows,
Take when fallen on the ground?
Can you learn of fancy creatures?
Is there meaning to be found?
Dreams do not compete with sunshine,
Garish in the light of day,
They are much more subtle tidings,
Gentle in a stubborn way.
Giving guidance with a yearning,
A spider’s thread that pulls us on,
Leading us through darkened mazes,
Til our aspiration’s gone.
Dreams are all we have to live for,
All the hope that life can give,
Yearnings bound into a compass,
Seek the way, and choose to live.
NicnamedBob . . . . . . April 17, 2004
12 posted on
04/17/2004 8:27:04 AM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Some people think outside the box. I say, "Box? There's a box?")
To: NicknamedBob
k?
14 posted on
04/17/2004 8:29:45 AM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Some people think outside the box. I say, "Box? There's a box?")
To: NicknamedBob
Oh WOW Bob this poem is fabulous! Oh what mystery you have created. Exquisite work. Thank You.
15 posted on
04/17/2004 8:30:40 AM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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