in my dreams...
quite often i am wolf,
running with the pack,
howling in the moonlight!
sometimes a hawk,
gliding spiraled unchained skies...
an old bluesman,
sittin' on a porch pickin'.
a half naked priest,
chanting o'er stormy seas.
a poet, prisoner, woman giving birth,
a man hanged for wrong reasons.
a lover killed by a jealous blade.
a bent over man picking crops,
in someone else's fields...
a drifter, and a searcher,
and on a good night....
just the wind!
Wow Eric. Great poem my friend. I love this. Dreams; wind; life. Beautiful. Write on.
Dear poet, 'tis an amazing poem to me! ! ! Dreams! ! ! oh such a wonderful thing that God gift'd to us! ! ! I love this write, , , , , excellent! ! ! ! Top marks! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly amazing poem Sir Eric.....! ! ! 10+++++