Dreams
Dreams
Like paper airplanes floating on the breeze
forever drifting gently to and fro
and guided freely with the greatest ease
whichever way the wistful winds may blow,
our deepest dreams will take us where they please.
Just gliding through the clouds on gossamer wings
and softly floating ‘cross the moonlit sky
like paper airplanes unconstrained by strings,
nocturnal dreams just gently float on high
and bring us visions filled with magic things.
And in the morning as we raise our head
and clear the clouds out of our sleepy eyes,
we will recall the dreams our conscience fed
like paper airplane’s journey of surprise
across the nighttime skies where we were led.
September 1, 2022
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2022
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