Reoccurring Dream
It seems....
I have this reoccurring dream
It's very dark and cold
and I feel so tired and old
I'm pushing up through the loom
It's not my time to be called home
Night after night and day after day
until finally I feel the suns rays
Somewhere in time my dream becomes real
The sun on my face the warmth that I feel
I Have that sort of blossoming will
but it takes awhile....I'm a daffodil
16 Aug 2007
Oh my goodness, this poem goes up an up and up until it leaves the cold and blossoms into a beautiful Florida....Really interesting write about a dream. This has great flow imho. marci.xo. :) ~~~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
JoAnn, I liked this one and gentle humour I saw within it. Your the daffodil and I'm a buttercup. But don't repeat that. Great little poem and thanks for sharing it my friend. David