Tell me the status of every dream.
Wedded to visions as solid as beams
for a castle of air or a concrete goal?
Do your dreams answer hen you call?
Bending the future to make a door,
dreaming's a start but there must be more.
Long and unlit is the road it seems
and still held in question: the status of dreams.
Weary and hearsore, flagging the soul,
long are the days and heavy the toll.
Still one small glimmer, a touch that redeems
even if unfulfilled, shaped by our dreams.
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Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
