softly gliding through the never ending twlight
spirling down to graze the coluds
floating with the wind
now gliding through the mists of avalon
seeing first hand the creation of dreams
will they ever come to light
empty wishes and unfound hopes decend upon the earth
alighting on little ones shoulders
to wisper sweet thoughts into their sleeping heads
will they ever come to pass
only the morning will show
as the sun softly kissis the cheeks of the child
the thoughts begin to grow
with the warmth the day
and the dreams begain to take hold
the birth of dreams
the birth of dreams
In between the world of dreams,its all just shadows and light
the birth of dreams
actually its all original and thank you for you support and dont worry most people
dont really like to read poetry but most people like to write it anyway
dont really like to read poetry but most people like to write it anyway
In between the world of dreams,its all just shadows and light
the birth of dreams
it's nice to have another poet on site. you write well. interesting thought on poets not liking to read poetry. probably true. i like it though. just not enough time to read everything i would like to.