The Sandmans Daughter

The Sandmans Daughter

A Poem by .:Arianna:.

‘’The Sandmans Daughter’’

 

Like leaves,

they say

we will fall.

Like songs

we will end,

like an oil lamp

we will fade.


But until we do,

why,

I wonder,

can we not believe

we will live

forever?

 

Until

they fall

themselves

they cannot know.


And I believe

in everything

I want to,

because what I can see,

I can believe in.


And

what I cannot see,

I can imagine.

So that

everything

is real,

and nothing,

if I want to.

 

I fear

there is a power

placed inside us,

we have yet to find.

And until we do,

I will play

hide and seek

with my dreams,

my wishes,

and my magic.

 

And if tonight

I want to dream

of mermaids

growing wings

and flying to the land,

I will,

for I can.

And if tonight,

i want 

to wake my favourite poet up

in the middle

of the night,

with lillies 

cut from Eden itself,

i will.

 

Growing up,

was never meant

to take the place

of being young

and hopeful.


It should be

just an extra task

from time to time.

We needed

to learn to combine.


I did!

Oh, I did,

Sandman

father of mine!

 

And I promise

that as long

as I am not falling

or fading,

or ending,

I will try

to teach people,

how to dream again…


Like children…

© 2011 .:Arianna:.


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Such beauty and tenderness in this outstanding write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is just lovely :) We should all be so fortunate to remember to dream like children in vivid colors and passionate settings. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


A poem with kind and hopeful words. I could feel the desire to open people dreams to desires of youth and great victories.
"I will play
hide and seek
with my dreams,
my wishes,
and my magic."
A amazing poem of hope and dreams. I like it. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


Arianna my dear friend, my pen name for years used to be, Lone Dreamer, and well, this was just absolutely beautiful. Thanks for closing my eyes again... I couldn't ask for a more tender teacher.

Love, love this.
Antonio xx


Posted 13 Years Ago


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.:Arianna:.
.:Arianna:.

Amsterdam, Netherlands



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Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..

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