Dreams Of Silver Poem by David Harris

We have our dreams of silver
that sometimes turn to gold.
The stars that twinkle in the night
sometimes twinkle in our eyes.
Our life is thrown around
pulling us in directions here and there.
We find ourselves treading lightly
on fluffy white clouds.

Our aspirations are realised
in so many ways.
Love shines brighter in our hearts
than it ever did before.
As our dreams of silver
sometimes, turn to gold
and our lives flourish
as the buds to unfold.

19 July 2010