Beauty Of A Whispered Dream Poem by Margaret Alice

Sitting quietly while my heart is flowering
within me, while full orchestras are playing
majestic symphonies in my head, looking
at meaningless terms, storm-water runoff
and small island developing states, a storm
of joy welling in my heart forming a runoff
that fills my mind, elevating it above this
earth moment into the realms of the godly
beings flying around on wings as depicted
on Babylonian clay tablets, wafted on the
beauty of a whispered dream created from
luminous thoughts of love and hope…