Below is the poem entitled SUCH SHOULD BE THE COLOR OF REAL DREAMS which was written by poet
Crisci. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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On a serene Autumn night when the waning moon
hangs in the middle of the murky sky,
it seems a huge yellow balloon;
stardust falls as pollen from flowers around the pound,
and it doesn't pelt as rain, but make a cascading sound...
every shadow vanishes along with the owls' cry.
Bedazzled, I hold out my anxious hands to catch that shower of light gold,
and it falls gently as transparent raindrops bouncing only once,
then settling as sand after a whirlwind lasting the briefest second;
so heavy it becomes, that I let some escape without reluctance:
spreading it on the leaves of the scented spruces that attract moonbeams...
a thought comes to me, " Such should be the color of real dreams!