Life in the pools left from waters receding hopes not in present confines with limitations bordered in sand… nor believes on rumors told from ignorance learned… but trusts only on promises of tides returning.
if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
hehe. The world is filled with things over my head. I guess your poem just got added to the list. Anyway, I will think it means what I think it means and consider it a great work. It's probably a great work meaning what you created it to mean but, since I'm not sure what that means, I will fill it with meaning meant for my mean brain of no little means.