Monday, May 24, 2010

Wings of dreams

As the morning sun blazes a trail
through the shear curtains of my room,
I roll over to see
the form sleeping next to me.
What dreams flutter through the mind?
Far away places.
Cold mountain lakes
caressed by melting snow.
Picnic tables overlooking a battered bridge
and a slow moving river.
Starlit skies
through the glass roof
of a downtown hotel.
Children's smiles and laughter.
The silly, silent actions
of a hand puppet
professing its love.
Reading a favorite bedtime story
to a child.
A full moon
trying desperately
to cast its glow
on roses in bloom.
A warm stone bench
in a hidden garden spot.
Beach grass swaying
in a warm summer breeze
with the echoing sound of waves
providing the rhythm for the dance.
A tango.
A soft, lingering kiss,
tender, full of love.
Strong but gentle arms
encircling, holding, loving.
A lone owl caught
in the headlights of a car,
silent, staring, wise and unafraid.
Falling then flying.
Soaring on wings.
Wings made from dreams.


Claudya Martinez said...

I held my daughter in my arms last night while she was sleeping and I could tell that she was dreaming. I wonder what she dreams about. It's all so new.

Felicitas said...

This is REALLY lovely MM!

Brian Miller said...

wow. you got all that just by looking at them sleeping? they are some special person. smiles.

Caty said...

lovely...I wish my dreams were that beautiful :)

Me said...

Wow, you should spread your wings beyond 160 more often. :)

That was beautiful.

Katherine said...

Well, well , well... who's sharing some Monkey Love!!! It's great!
This was soooo beautiful Monkey Man!
I hope that the beautiful form sleeping in your bed gets to read these words of love & adoration, she is going to melt!!
I love this post!

Dr. Heckle said...

You had me at "hello."

All joking aside, a beautiful poem.

Adoption of Jane said...


Tess Kincaid said...

This is really lovely, especially read out loud.

The Bipolar Diva said...

wings made of dreams......somthing for me to hold on to, to remember and to reflect on in the coming days.

Enchanted Oak said...

Beautiful poem, MM. You end it wonderfully too. The editor in me wants to tell you to do this to it:

Falling then flying.
Soaring on wings
Made from dreams.

Good work, friend.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

another winner!