Sara Stowell


A Painted Dream - Poem by Sara Stowell

Dream's canvas lives inside,
A place that's just for me.
Painting all the priceless pictures,
Of love that is to be.

Colors live on the page,
And give the painting light.
Adding that little thing,
That makes it worth the sight.

Brushes never seem to stop,
Their strokes continue on.
Painting that one I love,
Until the dream is gone.

But while it is still here,
Inside my dreamy land.
This painting here in front of me,
Shows us hand in hand.

For when I lay lost in thought,
Sleeping the whole night through.
Every thought inside of me,
Are painted dreams of you.

© S.E.S


Comments about A Painted Dream by Sara Stowell

  • (10/7/2006 7:40:00 PM)


    Always dream, you are creating art! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (6/13/2006 8:07:00 PM)


    Sometime dream is necessary to have what all we cannot have while awake. It is a safety valve to release our pent-up feelings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 4, 2006


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