I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
Every night dreams float to me,
like water lilies –
resplendent in white.
On sunny days,
I’m enchanted by daydreams,
that bring tumultuous, white clouds,
blown by the summer wind,
magical and white they sail,
They neither drift away nor fly by fast,
not my dreams, not my water lilies.
White clouds continue to swirl,
playing games with the sun.
The dream weaver,
spins lovely dreams for me.
They remind me of summer days,
that now are all gone.
Days that promised that love,
would always stay,
days that gave no warning –
that you could die even in the summertime.
Now there are angels,
up in heaven above,
that bring me wonderful dreams,
where you always return to me.
Together we stroll,
through flower filled meadows
and kiss beneath weeping willows.
When my journey is finally done,
the dream weaver has spun out all his dreams,
I climb upon a rock,
that has found its home,
in a golden field of wheat,
I reach out to try and touch,
the clouds as they go rolling by,
see you smiling in a sky of brilliant blue,
keep a hold of my dreams,
water lilies drifting by in my memory
and then I sing along with the summer wind.
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 05, 2017:
That is so true FlourishAnyway.
FlourishAnyway from USA on December 05, 2017:
It's beautiful to connect with someone in dreams when they're not with us in person.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 04, 2017:
Thank you Jackie.
Thank you for noticing. Everything is moving along very slowly. First things first is getting my e-book of poems up and published Demas.
Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on December 02, 2017:
"s" needed in this line: "that bring me wonderful dream,". How are your moving plans coming along?
Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on December 02, 2017:
This is most certainly speaking of love in my mind, the weaver of all dreams! Very good.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 02, 2017:
Thank you Mike.
I am a dreamer from long past Bill.
Thank you Manatita.
Thank you Thelma. That photo came from my girlfriend in Florida.
Thank you Ann. My girlfriend in Florida created it.
Thank you Renee.
Thank you Kristen.
Thank you Louise.
mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on December 01, 2017:
Hello Gypsy - You have pulled music out of the air with your poetry. Dream Weavers indeed.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on December 01, 2017:
That song will be stuck in my head the rest of the day. If you truly do dream as much as you say, I am jealous. I might remember a dream once in a blue moon. My loss, your gain!
manatita44 from london on November 30, 2017:
Perhaps I can be a Dream Weaver some day. Then I'll dream dreams so beautiful that they themselves becomes like living dreams. Nice poem; nice song.
Thelma Alberts from Germany on November 30, 2017:
Lovely poem! I love the photo as well as this beautifully written poem.
Ann Carr from SW England on November 30, 2017:
Absolutely stunning! And I love that first photo; perfect.
Tori Leumas on November 30, 2017:
This is a beautiful poem. I could picture it in my head very well.
Kristen Howe from Northeast Ohio on November 30, 2017:
Rose, this was so beautiful and lovely. Vivid imagery that provoke profound feelings. Well done and great pic to boot.
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on November 30, 2017:
I love reading your poetry. This is a beautifully written poem.