Poems for Dreamers
Until (if ever) there is a real Haven for Dreamers, I hope this blog will serve as a virtual haven for dreamers, and for those who do find their way here, I offer these poems of camaraderie…
Dreams are such diaphanous things:
they fly on fast electrical wings
in the fluid flux of our minds.
Dreams are such an ephemeral kind;
they blossom, grow, and then unwind,
and sublimate into the air.
Dreams are made of various stuff:
with feathers, scales, or golden hair,
and moonbeams, cobwebs, and fluff.
Dreams are like scintillant rings,
like thunderflash or wild wind noise,
or like a star that gently sings.
But dreams are cold and empty toys
when no one else will share their joys.
Help me make my dreams come true,
and I’ll share them all,
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