Sunday, June 19, 2005

Recycle Dreams

Gleaned from Winnie:

"A dream was dreamed of ever
Between the sunset and the dawn
Thrown like gold on the waters
Before the clear cold moon had gone

One asked for words of stardust
For the spinning of yesterday’s lore
One for the relished taste of now
And the keel scrapped on the shore"



Still rush the waters of the moon,
Down to the waiting rebirth sea;
To meet the flound'ring ship of dreams,
Drug down by banacles of never be.

Thus spirit joins with troubled mind
On the rocky shore of the soul;
And both will smooth the sands of time,
polishing gems of thoughts and all.

In the gristing of Goddess tears
And crusted fears and dwindling hopes,
Will rise a mist of most simple faith
That seeds the rain and launches ships.

1 Comments:

At 7:45 AM, Blogger Renee Wagemans said...

This is such a beautiful poem, I loved reading it
Renee

 

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