In A Poets Mind Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Ships with dragon heads, so grand,
Sail the seas, across the land.
Though storms may rage, and waves may climb,
They carry dreams through space and time.

Dust of light, a gentle shower,
Falls on us, in every hour.
It glimmers bright, a whispered plea,
To find the good, for you and me.

Seeds of why, in hearts they lie,
Asking questions, reaching high.
They bloom with hope, a sturdy vine,
Intelligence, forever shine.

War may scar, and darkness creep,
Addiction's chains may bind us deep.
But in the dust, and in the seed,
A loving strength, we'll always need.

For human hearts, though tested sore,
Can rise again, and ask for more.
With wisdom's light, and love's soft call,
We'll build anew, and stand up tall.