Dreams

This is my reality....

With the brush of gentle wings

Leaving feather marks in the sand

I pretend that I can fly

It is a dream I think

To soar among the clouds

To see the present

The past

To catch the stars in cupped palms

and taste them to feel the heat in my mouth

To lie down with the lion

and tangle fingers in his mane.

It's a dream I think

To want these things

To imagine them to be so

But through my dreams

I can fly

Leaving behind my gentle marks on the sand

Until the sea of time

washes them away

Reviews

[Michael X]

beautiful, almost a good poem, but the cliches killed the true image
and as good as it is written, the use of images are average,
it had a nice rhythm, but the wording was plain and left me yawning.
i would work on creating sharper scenery, and form in general,
i think this could be revised at least 2 more times, but it was beautiful.

[Micheal Teal]

Beautiful and inspiring poem. Your thoughts and words enchant the soul and carry my spirit to new heights. I honour what you have accomplished. Words like yours are what dreams are made of.

Bravo!

[Tannim]

I really enjoyed this poem! I thought it had great flow and word usage. It made me think about the dreams I've had to leave behind.

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Eternity is a long time and I think they can all happen. Good write nice and smooth, thank you.

[Denny]

Smooth. I am a big fan of simple but flowing poetry. The visual is good and the message received. This is a pleasure to read, a good work that eases the mind and takes it for a ride.