Dreams Grew Out Of Nowhere Poem by Gerry Legister

A patient traveller lost his way
On a road that went nowhere,
Proving that we can all go astray,
Even by the simplest sounds we hear.

Howling tune in blizzard atmosphere,
Make the melodies loony tunes creates,
If we learn to let our feet do more walking
We shall indelibly make lesser Mistakes.

Keep our minds patient in every dark thing,
Muted in silence with the myths we share.
With earthly bound peculiar belonging
Dreams don’t stay long; they disappear.

And our fortunes grew out of nowhere,
Breathe fresh life in visions every day,
Conquering the chasms we mostly fear
And bolder wage courage along the way.

The clandestine who dwells in quandary,
Has found a secure way out of nowhere,
No one else showed the opportunity
That grew out of blizzard atmosphere.

And keeps the mind focus on dreaming,
Only a bitter moment ago its seems,
The air was stale and life bemoaning
Allow mistakes to flow into longer streams