Dreaming Over The Moon Comments
Moon is rising up
So my dream hold me up (high)
High above i'm climbing the sky height
Passing the mountain arc
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Watching moon rising up Some said dont dream much as it only for a little child No one knows if it is a secret to see with limitless wide No one go beyond what can a child can see... one can't imagine the imaginative power of a child. A beautiful with haunting expression.
I love the candlelit tree with the backdrop of the moon. Both your artwork and words are truly inspiring. We must all strive to rise to higher (spirtual) heights in our lives.
Great work, Soul. And when we once dream, we can come to realize that we can dream again...and again....and again. Translating those dreams into reality is one of the greatest rewards. Great verse, Soul!
who created man from the wonderful clay of possibilities immense and range undefinable. True, the poet has had a researcher kind of vision, engaged soul and imaginations to fly at serene heights in pursuit of such realities behind dream(s) . What a dream could really mean has many a versions, in history from Ibn Serin to latest psycho scientists who are boastful of their findings. But, to me, at this instance, the earnest, honest and pure quest has had its voyage sensibly got realized the worth of dreams. Usually, poets or scientists offer problems and aftermaths of problems, whereas this unwritten soul has written the PSB formula realistic. (problems, solutions and benefits) The romantic quality of the whole depiction has its value and tradition, but the attitude towards and back, and the mercy of sharing the experience at its tranquil beauty is what impressed me much. Wish to keep jotting the bubbling thoughts within for ever.. but, as obligations win over emotions make me stop with my soul on this poem with what is written, for you, oh, the soul unwritten! . salam.
Shukran, Thanks for your kind words on my poem I feel honored for you to see me as both, a writer and as a researcher :) Thanks for that Poet or writer to me is someone that crucially share the idea through a keen observation in society while scientist that usually observed something and try to improve something. Thus, its not about problem that we should complain but how we see it as it existed for. Nothing in this world is exist for nothing...even every fall, God creates it for us to improve...The art of living is how we see either we are look it as a observer or scientist...Then we may stun by how almighty He is to create this complex world alone...beautiful things that we have when we were created is emotion and controlled by intelligence, and that what makes us alive as human not a robot/other creatures (plant etc) . I believe what others need is similar to me; happy, serene, help, motivation and to be connected with others...because when we share we may feel how great world we live in. But if we too focus on self and living we may be not free ourselves to understand. Thank you dear sir Tajudeen Shah for your kindest review for this humble poem of mine. Take care and Salam to you too.
Love The Art, The Candle Tree! ! ! Deeply Inspiring! ! ! ! Really WOW! ! ! !
Hahahahaha love and glad to know that, dream at night or dream by desire...they all are worth to think about...sometimes when we tried to think who we are like we are kids again..that will give us more courage and different feel...but also remind us who we wanted to be once...Thanks again dear Rebecca
Wow! ! ! Again Just Swept Away! ! ! Your words Are So Pure And True! ! ! You Have the Spirit of an old soul! ! ! Thats lived many lives With a Pure Innocent Child likeness! ! ! Wish We All Could Be Like that! ! ! ! And Dream Like You! ! ! Thank You! Thank You! For Sharing Your Dreams! ! ! ! I Believe they Will All Come True! ! ! God Bless You on this Journey And All paths You May Walk! ! ! !
After reading your poem I got a feel that I should not have waited long to sleep instead should have slept and dreamed like you about the moon, I wasted my time watching the night passing by and moon slowly sinking and making way to the mighty Sun. Dreams are elusive my friend...I don't remember when last time I had seen a Great Dream.....Yet I will keep trying and some day for sure I shall see a dream like you...Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem.10++++
Hi Asim, -Shukriya- i hope i talk hindi well to thank you :) Dream is what you want to dream and let you dissolve in peace..Please sleep well and dream over the moon, glitter the sky with stars and your desire like we are kids again...wishes to be true :)
Dreams are whispers of our soul and music of our heart. Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing... Sincerely, diane
Dreams, these wonderful images, touching the deepest part of subconscious mind bringing it to the almost conscious level and then vanishing in the air dancing between reality and imagination.
Thank Hans :) reality and imagination is a great fusion vision..isnt it hahahahaha :)
Wonderful poem, you always manage to bring so much creativity and vision to your work.
Always thanks to you for supporting my poetry no matter how bad i was done, thanks for your kindness dear Chris
Nice to read dear. What we call the reality, is this also a dream of Someone! ! Every moment of wisdom is magical
Thanks dear Ali, dream is a shadow of reality...so maybe reality is the object that stand in real time...if you get what i mean...it is like we started with a dream and ended to make it alive as real one. Thank you dear for your always continous support on my work. I appreciate it a lot...hope you keep writing too and share with us :)
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10/21/2025 6:40:43 AM # 1.0.0
Watching moon rising up Some said dont dream much as it only for a little child No one knows if it is a secret to see with limitless wide No one go beyond what can a child can see... one can't imagine the imaginative power of a child. A beautiful poem with haunting expression.