Dream StewardA Poem by Dawn
Was I there--
behind the spiraling swells? Peering down through a ubiquitous sky I saw your thoughts unfold like waxing words. Your glassy gaze a window's soul overcast, complete with grainy shutters. The light straining through through their splintered wood. And glimpsed a thought--or five. Porcelain doll with dreams. If your fantasies were a pool I'd trail my fingers through them to see how they swirled and stirred. I'd be the hand reaching to roll down your window-- offering you the clouds with a ladder more substantive than wisps of a muse. Welcome to the beanstalk. © 2017 Dawn |
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