If Dreams Were Made Of String Poem by Robert Hilary

if dreams were made of string,
i would weave a world, of beauty,
where a thousand suns, shine brightly,
to set ablaze, the sky.
where mountains pierce the heavens,
bare fangs that glisten white.
where silver moons glow softly,
and illuminate the night,
as boundless meadows dance in sequence,
to the winds of father time.
i weave my world with passion,
a portrait of my soul.
white lilies bow in awe,
of the strong, and sturdy oak.
these threads, they drift on endlessly
in the spaces beyond eternity
where they gather to weave a tapestry,
in the recesses of my mind.
to Break down the walls of reality,
into the realm, of possibility,
to unleash the creativity,
and power of my mind.
if dreams, were made of string.