My Dreams Are The Sun Poem by Dawn Michelle

My Dreams Are The Sun

Rating: 4.8

See that golden hue
Burning in the west
My dreams are with that color
My dreams are the sun
The sun always sets
But never seems to rise
That sun carries my dreams
Slowly out of my reach
I watch it slide away
Leaving me behind
The color disappears
My dreams are with that sun
Whenever the sun sets
It rises in another place
A place blessed by that light
My dreams are hidden in that light
At my window seat
I watch the sun take it all away
My dreams are with the sun
My dreams are the sun

Rebecca Bell 19 October 2010

This is beautifully written. I love the metaphor used in it. Amazing poem!

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Dwi Utami 01 July 2010

AMAZING. JUST I.Want say congrat.the the creation poem about that good, sun is my friend, and friend others, sun is candle in the world, ,

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Cess Kubai 02 October 2009

Au contraire, I doubt that this poet intended this to be positive I think the poet feels that they have no control of their dreams and that things seem to go well for everyone else but them.

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Dawn Michelle

Dawn Michelle

Van Nuys, California
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