Pockets of Dreams

Written by: james faulkner

Pockets of Dreams


Empty pockets filled of hopes and dreams 
Yearning to feel the touch of moneys many men
Wishing to taste salts of audacious seas 
Wetting of aroused dreams and curiosities 
Pondering a poor man’s hope
Knowing a blessing awaits miles away
Tired of freeloading lint and vacant wishes 
Yet trying stay strong,
Naively believing there’s magic left on the banks of Mississippi’s delta 
Believing there’s magic left in me
I promised my pockets they will be filled
and they will