Dreams
Sometimes, when we dream
there is neither time nor space:
all things are ever before us.
That child’s swing in the orchard
suspended from the apple tree,
primroses and bluebells
at the garden’s edge, delicate
their dance in morning’s light.
That old woman in the kitchen,
humming her morning hymn
as she bakes the breakfast bread.
That old man in the evening,
scything weed and dry grass.
Time’s fragility dwells ever
in our bones, not our minds.
Though dreams fade fast
with morning’s light, our day-
dreams will rule the day,
and we can still dream
those other dreams, at night.
“Our day dream will rule d day…”wonderful.
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Better our daydream than someone else’s nightmare!
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Yeah.true.
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Beautiful is it new ot reworked with wisdom after writers workshop?
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New … I wrote it today … no workshop wisdom here … just me …
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Lovely
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