Celeste Morse


Dream - Poem by Celeste Morse

Dream, sweet child -
Dream of golden valleys,
Where small birds
Sing songs of beauty
To the waking day.
Dream of long-forgotten wishes,
And places of mere memory.
Dream of sweet sorrows,
And the bite of bitter-sweet love.
Dream of the world,
You wish so dearly to hold
In your small hands.
Dream, sweet child-
Do not lift your lids
To cold, cruel reality;
Let dreams tell
Of a beautiful world;
A world where small birds
Sing songs of beauty
To the waking day.
A world where love
Is not bitter,
And places once lived,
Be not mere memory.
Dream, sweet child -
Do not lift your lids
To cold, cruel reality -
So that the world
You wish so dearly to hold
May not be cold nor cruel.
Dream, sweet child -
Just dream.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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