Dreams
I dream dreams of beautiful things,
things that I love to see and feel.
I dream of waterfalls
and see the sparkle of sunlight through the water
that from its radiant color forms a rainbow
and hear the rush of wind as it falls far below.
I think of a flower
and dream of the perfect nature of a petal,
the sprinkling of color so perfectly settled..
uplifting in its nature.
I see birds soaring in the sky
and dream of their soft call as they seek
another from far away.
I dream of one who loves me
as deeply as I love her
and dream of her touch on my bare skin
and feel the warm caress of parted lips.
I dream of a baby sleeping quietly in its bed
and see the faint smile on its face
as it dreams likewise of butterflies
skipping across cloudless skies.
I think of children, and dream
of their running across a field
and hear them arguing over who
was the fastest of them all.
It's been written that we can dream
but, not let dreams become our master.
I am enslaved to my dreams...
shameless and unafraid,
I dream dreams and bow
to my master.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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