Some dreams are carved by hand,
Some dreams are sketched on sand,
And some dreams tend to fade,
into the loneliness of the shade.
But some dreams tend to last forever,
and rush like streams to the river
They live and carry on,
long after we are gone.
One thing is true of every dream
They are never what they seem;
Sometimes they survive the light
and come to haunt us back at night.
Some dreams are carved by hand, Some dreams are sketched on sand, And some dreams tend to fade, into the loneliness of the shade... a fine meditation on dreams. lovely. tony
The colours of words and imagery, the sound of rhymes, make this poem is really a beautiful piece... I like how you talk about dream, yes it is something surreal but also something that evoke our passion and motivation. Beautiful work Sergio!
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sergio. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
But some dreams tend to last forever, and rush like streams to the river They live and carry on, long after we are gone...... a very good poem and a real meditation on our life through your refections on dreams. thank you dear poet
There is a light in this poem that somehow i feel the beauty of your words carry some kind of things that strengthen me..maybe it is a hope...well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Sergio. Thank you for sharing