Jar of Dreams

Jar of Dreams

A Poem by Hawaiian_fire

Before the city birthed metal encaged trees
and man-made skies of concrete domes,
children could run in fields catching fireflies and dreams
in glass jars to light the way home.

And I, my father's jewel, would dance as a fairy and sing,
of love in a house with a white picket fence.
I sang stories of fruit trees and wedding rings
and it all made such beautiful sense.

Now my feet walk upon hardened earth, 
on grown men's dreams forgotten at birth, 
They have forgotten the time of love songs and rhyme
and dances of childhood mirth.

Dreams only caught now in the jar of my mind
As the only song sings from automobile's beeps,
And I, my father's lost jewel, have forgotten to dance.
Where are the fireflies, the fruit trees? I weep.

Take me away from the hearts made of stone,
sing me a song to open the house of love's door.
Lay me beneath a fruit tree near a white picket fence,
so I may dance as a child once more.

January 13, 2004

© 2021 Hawaiian_fire

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A good poem, thank you for sharing it.

Posted 1 Year Ago

wouldn't it be nice if white picket fence would stay clean and white but of course, too many grown men bring too many groans from man

Posted 1 Year Ago

Don't ever lose sight of that inner child. This is a beautiful poem. I saw you, your father's jewel dancing as a fairy. Visually stunning with the white picket fence. Your work flows well and is nicely rhymed. First of yours I have read. Pleased to visit.


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honolulu, HI

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