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Dreams Upon the Wind

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Dream weaver,

Dream sender,

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,

past me.


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

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