Dreams written on a ribbon of pink
I close my eyes and reach to the wind
Set sail balloon of mine, rise high
Take my ribbon of pink
Higher and higher, up, up, up
Follow the rainbow’s silver stride
Follow the fairy dust glow
Blow wind, blow
Carry my dreams
Sail, sail, sail
When you get there you’ll know
Where the snow is made of cotton
Where the grass is made of down
Where the trees dance for the man from the east
Where the springs sing of hope
Where all dreams are born
That is where my dreams belong
Dreams written in the ribbon of pink, you will reach them, do not blink. ;) Dreams fly if you aim high. Nice expressions of words. Thank you for your comment on my 'Teach me how to Paint'. I appreciate it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of my grandson accidentally letting go of a treasured balloon at a family party, watching it rise away out of sight into the sky and then crying because he had lost something forever. Nice poem, Eldin