Open Poetry #37 |
Dream Voices |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Soft voices of spring riding a mountain breeze whisper among tree tops, sweep across green meadows. Asleep under the sun, I awaken dreams that speak of life; upon vistas of soft white sands and turquoise waves. Like a child chasing a fluttering, teasing butterfly, I chase these golden dreams across my mind. Dreams flowing like rivers find their way to the sea, and the sea always holds her island paradise in readiness for the daring and weary sailor. Here, the sun’s warmth never fails even under the moon; Here, waves of joy softly mould a white shore in harmony to the wind, who, like a lover, caresses my virgin skin. Yet the land and the mountains are my home, my life circumscribed within their borders -- so says my mind as I awaken from my Summer dreams -- but from those dreams I come to realize all of Earth is a gentle understanding friend, always there when loneliness seeks to invade or haunt my thoughts like the moonless night shadow. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Awesome WindWalker! A fine dream! A fine poem! :-) |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh...you inspire! Thoroughly enjoyed this! TD |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Like a child chasing a fluttering, teasing butterfly, I chase these golden dreams across my mind." Such wonderful dreams WindWalker. You've written them beautifully. |
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mariae Member
since 2006-04-24
Posts 54Denmark, Europe |
Hey, next time you dream, be sure you take me with you:-) Enjoyed it. Maria -In a world of thoughts- |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Favorites fall too soon sometimes...just like stars. |
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