Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Thought Streams and Dreams

Borne away on winds of music
    to realms of peace, of enchantment                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
  where thought streams flow swiftly
    where dream bubbles merge, then fade

  For want of parachute, of cushion
    our return to the world mundane
  blurred by tears of bitterest pain 
    though's never forgotten the gain

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John Lawless November 17, 2022 at 3:19 AM Play it again Sam.....

Valsa George November 17, 2022 at 2:09 AM The going up on the wings of music is so delightful, but the landing down on the hard surface of realities is so very painful. Gershon Wolf November 17, 2022 at 6:52 PM Yup, from pleasure to pain, I guess.