In finely woven dreams, I pluck
Soft, snow white feathers from swans and
Collect pieces of pure blue skies.
My new dreams lap against the shore
Of consciousness. Perhaps they will
Provide me with wings to soar once more.
Dominic when it comes to writing about dreams, you are the poetry's Dream Catcher and Dream Weaver. Your constant variations for one simple theme truly stagger me. Every one so unique and wonderfully crafted. A joy to read and an ethereal deserved full score. Thank you and take care. And keep dreaming and writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun...I'm very moved by your kind comments thank you so much.