Dreams I Aspire To - Poem by David Harris
Across the myriad wastelands
of my imagination.
There are many stories
from my mind still untold.
With every stroke of my pen
across the blank paper here in front of me
comes alive with another character
to fill out with a diamond crown.
My pen goes where my mind directs
in lines across a blank canvas
to write and shape life
with lines horizontal and vertical
which have a life of their own.
The will of the wisp moments
captures a life in seconds
that illuminates the page
with hidden joys locked well within.
Some words hold sadness and despair
while others hold love and happiness.
All from the myriad wastelands within my imagination.
They live within many scenes
and across the generations of my imagination
from the dreams I aspire to.
10 October 2015
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