Phyllis Babcock Poet Personification

In My Dreams

Mountains stand like sentinels
Reaching for the edge of the sea
Keeping ever watchful eyes over me
I whisper my dreams into blue skies
As I watch the new upcoming  dawn
Morning sun wraps me in her warmth
Closing my eyes I drift into the sun
Riding on the wings of an angel
I float and break free going
where dreams are meant to be
On the breath of the wind
With wings of silk the magical air
 nurtured my spirit
 Soothes my weary soul
In my triumphs,  my defeats
In battles won and ones lost
I dream on the rivers of time
As feelings of peace overcomes.

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James Peranteau April 1, 2015 at 8:44 AM This dream, dreams, are reflections of moments in times your past, maybe even to this day....I pray ! And a huge TY for sharing this lucid write dear poet ! My dreams, constantly challenge me. Have a beautiful week Phyllis......much love, james Phyllis Babcock April 2, 2015 at 2:14 PM Thank you James . Happy Easter to you and Noah.

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2015 at 11:12 PM this is a really good one on dreams. I thought by now I would have reached where I left off with all your poems, but no, I am still going!! I hope you enter some of your poems one day into the contests. this one, for example, would fit so well into a contest about dreams. Phyllis Babcock April 2, 2015 at 2:15 PM thanks my friend. Happy Easter to you.

Lindsay Laurie February 2, 2015 at 8:28 PM G'day Phyllis... Your poem offers serenity, and therefor peaceful dreams and a feeling of contempment. Thank you Phyllis - Lindsay Phyllis Babcock April 2, 2015 at 2:15 PM Thanks Lindsay

David Meade January 29, 2015 at 7:54 PM I loved the flow and gentleness of this poem. I could feel the mountains keeping watch . . . lovely. Phyllis Babcock April 2, 2015 at 2:16 PM Thanks David. Happy Easter.

Emile Pinet January 29, 2015 at 6:37 PM Your words fill the heart and roll gently off the tongue drifting quietly into memory. Emile. Phyllis Babcock April 2, 2015 at 2:16 PM Thanks for your comment Emile.