WILL-O-THE WISP DREAMS

 

 

WILL O THE WISP DREAMS

 

Dreams are that elusive beautiful butterfly

Flitting from flower to flower

Delicate and pure

Catch one if you can ~

 

Dreams are as feathers

Floating in the breeze

You may seize one then after a

While you let if fall to the ground

To wither away ~

 

Some dreams are like tiny twinkling stars

Brightly shining with such promise

The ones we wish upon

On some enchanted evening ~

 

Dreams of longing of what might have been

Are pretty castles in the air that have had their day

Beautiful and sometimes painful memories to be sure

But serve no purpose today ~

 

Day dreams can sometimes turn into

Nightmares of niggling doubts

Because in our minds we believed them real ~

Dreams are not realities, dreams are soon

Gone with wind ~ 

 

The wind is full of whispered hopes and 

damaged dreams

prolonged unfulfilled needs,

Broken hearts and aching souls

But still I dare to dream ~

 

~~~

 

 

 

 

© Helena 2008

Author's Note

THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORDS !

Reviews

[angelina neves]

Wonderful! "But still I dare to dream ~" and i hope you will dream forever! because that is what can make a difference in the world! If we didn't dare we could be lost in some Pre-historic mud like any other beeing...
as Antonio Gedeao says (and i love it!):
"They don't know, not even dream,/ that the dream commands life./ That whenever a man dreams/ the world jumps forward/ like a colored ball/ in the hands of a child."

[Chaos Stone]

the first three verses are perfect
another very lyrical work
kudos

[Mark D. Chevalier]

My own dreams tend to be vivid and powerful, providing the fuel I require for writing. You certainly have captured the nature of the dream in this poem. The dichotomy of the nightmare verses, "The ones we wish upon."

Beautifully done Helena!
Mark

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Ooooh that is just beautiful

The wind is full of whispered hopes and

damaged dreams

prolonged unfulfilled needs,

Broken hearts and aching souls

But still I dare to dream ~

[bluessadmood]

oh how wonderful ,my dear,this is so nice
tender words ,you sing to me
i just loved those words,oh we are all running after ther them
our dreams,could be our nightmares ,so elusive and funny and cruel they may be
they may even laugh at us,we think we got them in our hands but its only the fools we are so to think
Dreams of longing of what might have been

Are pretty castles in the air that have had their day

Beautiful and sometimes painful memories to be sure

But serve no purpose today ~

oh yes sometimes we dream to think its but true and then we awake to real life
then we laugh and cry to ourselves,as foo as we are
ijust loved your words ,it fits me right ,always chasing a shadow i know i will never find
oh how lovely ,how magical your words are,how wonderful this is

[Kaitlin W. Blaylock]

Beautiful. I love the message here, and especially the last stanza. You really captured the essence of what a dream is and can be. Wonderfully done.