PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

dreams are feelings up in the mist of the sky

drifting sweetly and swiftly through a momentarily why

sounds are deep within the choices that we make 

telling us where to go and which path to take

i see aqua shallow waves cooling down the day

until im subconsciously conscious silently running away

to my monks high and my valleys low

up above the brink where next shall i go

the movement of my energy, the breath of my ghosts

they tell me sweet things, the perfect soft hosts

words of wisdom touched by a mind of power 

all the glass windows cradled by the tallest tower

isnt it amazing how they stay put in such high heats

all but one touched by the sullen beats