eloisa lusotan

Until It Becomes

Poem by eloisa lusotan

I dream of birds diving deep
of fishes their wings they spread
a seed that sprouts in the air
of flowers blooming when dead.

I dream of touching the clouds
beneath the sole of my feet
of landing into the sun
to feel its cold raging heat.

I dream to search for wonders
in grasslands of secret vows
Hear the stillness of the breeze
Exchanging what men bestow.

I dream of finding courage
in bits of eroding rocks
of reaping grains of wisdom
and never coming back.

I dream of hiding through covers
to fix fears often unseen
I long to be in heaven
to change what it has always been.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 23, 2011