Blossom Mist Poems
I open my eyes one fine day,
To find myself hanging on a cliff at bay
I focus my mind on how I got there
But fail as if my memory wasn’t there
I find it hard to understand, How I ended in an accident
The earth seems moving, the sky seems falling
I thought to myself it was heaven calling
I prayed my last as breath seems to fade fast
I felt happy to be free, as it would end all my misery
My fingers slipped, my strength dipped
And I started falling off the cliff
I dropped faster and my head felt lighter
Like an untethered kite or a swift feather
I saw ...
I Have A Dream
I open my eyes and look up at the big blue sky.
I often wonder as I lull into a slumber, the dreams I have, the joys I shared.
When I was a kid I had a dream of a house with chocolate and cream, a genie with a lamp and a harp that sang.
Now, I am a bit older, I dream of bikes with bow ties and pigtails that could fly.
Then I dreamt of sailing to the moon, with a prince who made me swoon.
As I grew more, the dreams moved farther as sleep was less n work was harder.
Oh how I miss my dreams