Like leaving my imprints in the river
Like touching stone and having it crumble;
Looking at the furture in a ruby glittering bright
Conversing with the night birds in a lonely park
Whilst walking home late at night.
The mind is my treasure; recapturing lost dreams
Thown into a dark corner of the galaxy
On the other side of the moon
Where I will retreive them very soon.
I have a friend who is an expert
In saving the lost, the damned and the lonely:
But my mind and dreams and destiny
Have me and me only;
Now these lines are only a fraction of what life seems
In recapturing all those lost dreams.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Some of those dreams live again in poems. Others slip through our fingertips and are gone.Beautiful phrases and imagery in every stanza. Nostalgic write. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish you enliven all your dreams. Nice one. I liked the theme.