Bill Cantrell


Ocean Of Dreams - Poem by Bill Cantrell

Oh you kindred poetess,
sailing on a dream come true
Though other poets set to sea,
the wind belongs to you

The taste of salt is in the air
Above you the albatross glides
You take a quill to write your poems,
then off away he flies

And when the sea goes stagnant,
you stir the green and blue,
casting poems into the wind,
until your dreams come true

Oh, you kindred poetess,
on an ocean of dreams you find your peace
Your passion is your poetry
and there, you find release.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

reposting a poem I had deleted recently about someone who helped me in poetry

Comments about Ocean Of Dreams by Bill Cantrell

  • Silver Star - 3,653 Points Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (10/5/2014 3:00:00 PM)

    Ocean of dream can come from supreme poetess or from nature mother. Beautiful poem for nature mother on dream. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2014



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