If I were realistic, i'd acknowledge all i felt. If
i were realistic, I would see the whole deal. If i
were realistic, I'd know just how the cards are dealt.
The rays of sun would not be felt.
I would walk around in a hood and cloak.
Chilled threw and threw, as dying embers
i, futility poke. As i wrap my arms around
tight. My wounds i lightly stroke. Scars from
so long ago a darken source evokes. Embers
would flicker and slowly fade out. As the
whispers on the breeze, played out their
finale note..
If i were a realist,
than this would be the end.
If i were a realist, my heart
would never dance again.
That proves realism sucks. Be optimistic! Be a dreamer! See that glass half full! At least there will be happiness before the door slams shut. Well written poem with perfect images, my dear Rebecca. 10
Thank You! Susan, For Being So Kind! I've Always Loved Your Wonderfully Beautiful Writings! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy How you glow in the heart of the dreamer, Opening new frontiers, Wiping away, Realism's tears. For you, dear poet, Rebecca This is what your wonderful poem inspired in me. Your poem is truly Fantastic! Loved it.
Thank You! Sandra, For Being So Kind! Love Your Beautifully Touching For All Writings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !