Chris Ernest Nelson
Dreams - Poem by Chris Ernest Nelson
In these lines you hear the language of dreams.
Not everyone can share in the same dream.
There is a wonderful freedom in dreams.
Let us resolve to fly whenever we can
and carry only our dream-mates
into the sky with us.
My dreams are etched by these words of mine.
Such quiet marks to sing my song out loud
and drive me from my game of dependence.
Don't make them mean too much.
They cannot bend too far from
the hope I spend today.
Sleeping on wings so high in clouds of feeling,
they paint a mystic memory so pleasing now
and so much more meaningful than peace.
I am lost in the light of uplifting winds.
I run as fast as I can into the sky- the
earth cannot hold me now.
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