Harvest of Age

about dreams

Sometimes a dream

is like a bird

with transparent wings

wrapping up the heart

 

Once the light

of a morning star

flies her quickly

into midday’s

hot depths

she is forgotten

 

Then her song grows

and returns back

like sunset’s

prolonged shadows

 

(2008)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful. Description create good visions of of how life allowed us to fall into memories and thoughts. In dreams we can try to set up. They are the windows to real life for the most of us. A excellent poem. Good to meet you.
Coyote

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks, this was my favorite poem from my poems in 2008. It is more optimistic than others, I also wanted to say that some dreams come true after we forget them, late in life eventually.