Echoes of Dreams

The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. -Francis Thompson Echoes of Dreams Into the dream-fields of summer, I will go where the violet-winged bird turns and flies, over emotions of stone. I will search for those estranged faces one by one, among echoes and beside rivers of starfalls, I will drift alone, turning and freeing emotions of stone. Into the forgotten fields of Summer dreams, I will go- seeking the splendour of echoes of streams Into the misted realms of the violet-winged bird I will flee, turning, freeing emotions of stone alone like a free thought above and below I will flit, I will drift, I will seek, I will go into the starfalls of echoes of dreams. Premiere Contest number 8 Contest Judged: 8/18/2016 4:01:00 PM Sponsored by: SKAT A Second Place