Ride the Wind

A breeze, the treetop bends,
A leaf breaks free.    
“Do not fall, but ride the winds!”
Could a leaf dream, would be it’s plea.

   We can dream, our minds set free,
     Hearts desires our dreams transcend.    
      Eyes so open that  even our dreams do see,
       And not blindly chase , but ride the wind.

A young boy stands facing the sky,
His gaze snagging  the leaf like a string.
Thinking “I’ll not let this moment pass by,
With this leaf I’ll chase the wind.”

Yet running and chasing even youth get weary,
So the young boy finally did see,
The folly of chasing the wind quite clearly,.
So he smiled, “I’ll let it chase me.”

His imagination churning he made a kite
And on it his dreams he wrote down.
Then gleefully his dreams he tossed into flight,
For neither dreams nor kites belong on the ground.
  

 We can dream, our minds set free,
     Hearts desires our dreams transcend.    
      Eyes so open that  even our dreams do see,
       And not blindly chase , but ride the wind.

As days would pass and the young boy grew,
Some dreams wound up like kites in trees.
But others took off and together they flew,
Alive! .. in the clouds and breeze.

Now an old man, his memories his friends,
He dwells not on dreams short of their goal.
It is his dreams fulfilled that rode the wind
That gives joy and smiles inside his soul.

From boy to man approaching life here stilled
With only life’s passing measured in years.
For life’s quality is measured in dreams fulfilled
That overcame life’s doubts and fears.
     
     
In this life some dreams do elude,
But there is a far more tragic thing.
That a dream would not even be pursued
Like a kite never put on a string.

We can dream, our minds set free,
         Hearts desires our dreams transcend.    
           Eyes so open that  even our dreams do see,
             And not blindly chase , but ride the wind.    
 

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

Ah, yes. The power of the wind. of dreams. of the combination. Of releasing. Of holding back. Of chances missed, and chances taken.

I really enjoyed this.

"A young boy stands facing the sky,
His gaze snagging the leaf like a string.
Thinking "I'll not let this moment pass"

I liked that moment so much - and then, a moment later, when he lets the wind find him, rather than chase it. To work with the universe, not against it... the allow it to carry us and our dreams, working together to create a reality that is worth living... and never regretted.

Great job :)

Kara

[lyshaspieces]

‘Yet running and chasing even youth get weary,
So the young boy finally did see,
The folly of chasing the wind quite clearly,.
So he smiled, “I’ll let it chase me.”’ I really like this stanza. It gives me a sense of freedom.

[Cherrie Palmer]

My favorite line... Eyes so open that even our dreams do see,
And not blindly chase , but ride the wind....

As it is with all your poems I love this

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I like the unpredictable nature of each stanza, it really defines how life and dreams are, different from moment to moment...

As days would pass and the young boy grew,
Some dreams wound up like kites in trees.
But others took off and together they flew,
Alive! .. in the clouds and breeze.

great stanza for it makes the perfect analogy.
Great work.

[cest la vie]

This is a wonderful poem about so many things. Being free, dreams, hope, love, and the list goes on. I really love the simplicity of this, and the read is so smooth. Really a beautiful poem my friend. This ending stanza is just perfect!!
We can dream, our minds set free,
Hearts desires our dreams transcend.
Eyes so open that even our dreams do see,
And not blindly chase , but ride the wind.

[Lydia]

"His imagination churning he made a kite
And on it his dreams he wrote down.
Then gleefully his dreams he tossed into flight,
For neither dreams nor kites belong on the ground."

Wow. This piece is great! Well written and beautifully done.

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This poem brings back so many fond memories of my childhood days. Growing up in Utah, I would anticipate the month of March as being the "windy" month, so that I could set my kite free! Seriously, I have a story to tell you, that should probably and will most certainly be a poem. I had a kite, that had the face of an American Indian, that was my highest flying kite of all. I loved this kite. How it soared! So much so, that one day, I lost hold of the string, and it soared, without me, much to my dismay. I cried. Watching my kite soar, so far away in the sky, not knowing how or when it would land, was heartbreaking for my little 8 year-old mind. I went to bed that night, in tears.

The next day, I went outside, still sad, to play. Lo and behold, my beloved kite was lying in my driveway. A broken wreak, a shambles, but still, in MY DRIVEWAY! I watched, in horror, it fly, just a day before, way past the trees and houses of my neighborhood. Needless to say, I was in shock. My beloved kite wasn't "kite worthy", it looked like it had been through a battlefield, but it came back. It CAME BACK. And, this is a memory that I will hold dear and close to my heart, always.

Which brings me to your poem . . . finally . . . hahaha. . . .

Yes, the old adage "If you love something set it free . . . "

But, to have the ability to compare the youth of a fellow kite flyer, with that of his older counterpart, and sustain such an uplifting, powerful and enlightening message is magnificent. You have captured this with ease and with grandeur!

Brava, my friend! Such a delight!

Take a bow.

The stage is yours.

[LisetteCanWrite!]

What a tribute to living and growing as a male and dreaming!!! Like this alot.. I was a tomboy growing up and actually can relate to alot of this other than becoming a man!! lol.. there's still a tomboy inside me that I embrace through playing with my son... and you are right.. to not pursue a dream is a tragedy!! Thank you!

[just is]

You're one powerful writer, I like the story you have told here.
Perfect combination here, I can feel growing and inner stregnth protrayed in this.
this is an amazing write. You are gifted I like this, wonderful talent expressed.

[Michael X]

whats the point in rhyming if they arent perfect, you have a few mismatched rhymes and if they all consisted of the same syllable count, then this would be quite amazing, its really great as is