My Dream

A journey of soul untold ~

My Dream

Long ago a song unsung, a story unheard,

Between love & hate, Life & Death.

Up & High in the heavens sky,

To & fro forever though.

Cool blue sky like it flew,

Again in rain, with a thundering pain.

Winds & Weeds in dwelling springs,

Their lie my dreams, Where angels fly.

Author's Note

We often fail to understand the meaning of life. We even forget that life is a long journey of soul. Time immemorable, when we started, where are we heading, what's the goal of life? We few try to unearth this question. A beautiful journey of soul must be halving a home somewhere...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Life’s journey is complex. We don’t always understand what it is about. Those with ambitions and faith seem to fare better. What is important is to make each day count. We don’t know how long we will have here. Thought provoking write.

Chris

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Yes, Chris we have very limited amount of time in hand. Chasing the dream. Thanks for your review.

[Chris Shaw]

You are most welcome :)

[Amy R]

oh WOW!
Something about this reminds me of my recent poem I wrote,

"Long ago a song unsung, a story unheard,"
Oh how beautifully true this is,

"Winds & Weeds in dwelling springs,
Their lie my dreams, Where angels fly."
My favorite lines, made perfect sense .

I LOVE this piece
-Amy

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Yes! This is my real dream. Glad that you liked it.

[Amy R]

Very lovely, take care

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thanks :) )

[poetgurl]

I really loved this write, especially that last line.
Very nicely written.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thank you very much for your appreciation :)

[Writergurl]

This is a wonderful write of life. Nicely expressed

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thanks writergul for your review and visit. I appreciate a lot.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Writer of the Soul... you have unearthed the meaning of Life. We reach for the Moon at night inspired by Venus... the Evening Star. The Sun gives birth to a new day with shades of Lavender... we pray for Rain to nourish the Grain and Flowers on a Summer day. The Winter Snows will cover the Ground and nourish the Earth for Spring's New Birth. Your Home is a Gallery of Words that Harmonize with the Songs of Whippoorwills and Mourning Doves. softly, Pat

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thanks Pat for reaching to the meaning and that depth. Truly we each of us has dreams and loves to live that...

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful lines. Enjoyed reading 🙂

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thanks for your visit and review!