Dreams

    
 Dreams

If dreams like snowflakes softly fell

Or flowed like spring from unknown dells

And rustled in the twilight’s breeze

Or fluttered low beneath the trees

And gently sung a lullaby

As stars peeked out from windows high


For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do

Have kissed the weary lucky few

And now they slumber in a trance

And journey through the lost expanse

But save the chosen kindred few

That watch the heavens fade from view

For the hushed and restless now behold

With envy as the dawn takes hold

Comments

  1. Hard to voice a suitable comment; this is "real" - searching for the right words to describe what one perceives in the vision of soul - it falls flat to say "beautiful" - it's much, much more. Y'yashar koah!

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