[Soaring Feather]

To all: Sam posted this Thread X for today. Alas, he did not know bentfeather was pulling a fast one on him and posting a new thread.

Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high mountains
and we can't move closer.
Just send me word,
At midnight sometime through the stars.

Anna Akhmatova

Michael miserable failureMoore

[NicknamedBob]

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