Is it time?
To look inside and maybe fade away…
Where it will end I cannot say…
Through the whispers of soft dreams…
That rides high on clouds of the silence of the night.
It’s always been a question of the mind….
Did I walk through the mist of unattainable dreams?
Only to be turned away with the morning tide.
The dreams and hopes I once had…
Magnificent and all so beautiful…
Just like those sandcastles standing on the beach.
Only to be washed away…
Faith will bring our dreams to pass. Hope is like an anchor, it secures us in what we are believing for.. Faith is manifold, I believe it has a drawing power all of it's own. Instead of walking to obtain the unattainable dream, faith will bring it to us..right where we are, if we believe! Heres to magnificent, beautiful dreams, pray they all become a reality! So loved this poem, ; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The time is now my dear right where you are...great write thank you! !