If by morning as you awake your
dreams breeze out the window;
pray to the wind to breeze your
dreams back to you by nightfall;
dreams are never lost, only
forgotten.
And if, the wind blows your
dreams back through your window,
do me a favor? and direct the wind
to blow your dreams through the
front door, because only nightmares
and fear enter through open windows.
Pray to your dreams to rest in peace;
however, not in death, for death does
not sleep or rest, alike the night elves,
alike my spirit.
If your dreams are black and white,
take the colors of Spring and paint your
wishes with glee, with life, and
resurrection; do not let the paint run and
dry, withering leaves of Autumn.
And if, the wind chooses not to breeze
your dreams back to your slumber by
nightfall, is it not because you do not
dream deep enough; yet definitely it is the
lack of ambition within you to dream.
Blame not the wind and let your dreams
become a whispering breeze.
Meanwhile, I welcome the morning sun
with a cup of coffee.
Copyright2013 #soulkritic
Nice. Personally, I'd rather
Nice. Personally, I'd rather live the dream than dream the dream...and so I do.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "