BOOK OF DREAMS
We adapt, lift
then carry our loads
on the road home.
Fast and loose
or slow and easy
our destiny ends
the same.
Hanging by a moment
I glide in sweet repose
remembering
Once….
I danced in
the rain
Made love in its
warm waterfall.
Smiling as I allow the thought
to tickle my senses again.
Like a magnet
Passion is the attraction.
I live and breathe its
fiery flame.
Scars fade over time
but words remain unchanged
One lie cuts like a
thousand
Because words mean
…everything to me.
I desire to fly
in light and dark
trusting
in what I can’t see
to do no harm.
Free
Under the sun or ‘neath
moonlight’s softest gaze.
In my book of dreams
anything is possible
and nothing left
to chance.
~**~
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This lovely award
An unexpected surprise
I feel so lucky
I would like to nominate the poet Quills for Rally #51
Shared with Three Word wednesday CCLV
Thursday Poets Rally Week #50
Beautiful words! Can’t stop reading…
Splendid imagery in this poem and twinkling descriptions.
This hit home! Words are everything to me as well and books of dreams are the best as it brings you to endless corners of the earth and delivers hopes and dreams as well.
Well done on the prose!
This is so wonderful and so well written. I love your poem and thank you for sharing at the rally. This is my first one and I want to try and read as many of them as possible. My entry this week is http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/08/agreement-for-thursday-poets-rally-week.html
A lovely poem 😉
Very passionate. I really enjoyed it.
Happy Rally!