Last night I dropped a dream
It turned into a moonbeam
I tried so hard to chase its hue
And then I looked, it became a dew
Too soft to hold and crystal pure
Fell on a flower, so demure
As the Night in silent serenade
Watched the tiny moonbeam slowly fade
Then with the light of coming Dawn
I woke, the dream, like mist had gone!
I tried to recall if the dream was mine
But the Day had turned it into sunshine.
Absolutely beautiful poem, flowing with a natural sense of living mystery! This is very, very good.
Very pretty little poem Cynthia, I like the idea of dreams turning into sunshine. Not much chance of that here in GB at the present time - the jet stream is messing up our summer grand style! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clever ditty moonbeam dream into sunshine very nice to read this original poem...luvli theme and thanks...regards