A poem: Remnants of dreams

sleeping-baby

Remnants of dreams

Floating through the softness of my dreams

Finding remnants of tapestries from life stories

Stories about you and me, of family, friends

Perhaps even some of enemies

Softly woven together with strands of silk and Australian wool

Coloured occasionally with guilt or an ‘if only’

Always resonating with gentle moments of remembered love

The childhood dream of falling from a high cliff forever gone

Replaced by scantily clad memories of yesterdays

Angels called Sophia and an Indian in a headdress of feathers

And dreams of full tomorrows

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “A poem: Remnants of dreams

  1. Keep a gentle smile on your face like the child in the picture and you will be fine! One does not have the capability of feeling sadness and joy fully at the same time. It is an either or. I’m hoping you opt for the smile and feel peace. Great poem my friend. Very well said! You’ve got talent, no doubt about it! Love and hugs….VK

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