I was at night asleep
On my creaking bed
And a sack of dreams
Tore upon my head.
I cuddled them and
At the crack of the dawn
I remembered but one
And when I took it in my hands
It jumped and flew away
Into the valley and the hills
Where a rainbow germinates
And blooms like a rising summer sun.
As close as I thought I could touch the rainbow
It fizzled away and I lost him
As I lost my dream
Where is this dream?
That gave me a red herring
At death's door that I stood knocking
So that I give him his humble pie
For the prognosis of falsehood
Now that I am alive and cheerful
To tell the dream.
We are so close to a dream, as if we can hold it in our hand, but like the colorful rainbow we can never hold it.It remains as distant as ever- - - - - nice penning about our unrealized dreams.
This is amazing...I think you've explained what happens to dreams, how they live and die, and that they may not necessarily belong to us...
I am alive and cheerful to tell the dream. Very nice presentation makes this wonderful.
I absolutely love this poem...! ! It is an amazingly awesome poem...! :)
Dreams are often carrier for our delightful life and leave some message pertaining to our life. Much appreciated. Thanks for sharing. Regards. +10
Dreams are what we live for. You have beautifully captured the importance of dreams in our lives. We may not get our dreams but it is good to be alive to tell about them. Lovely style of writing.
The determination to catch that dream can be encouraging and inspirational as the more we try, the better we get and success stays prominent along the way. I love your words my brother.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, throughout the night we may cuddle some dreams but they sometimes easily fly away... I enjoy the images of nature associated with your dreams. All the best!
Thank you Maria for your kind words. I'm deeply encouraged.