the night
knows your name
for you have returned
to this dark corner
where dreams die
over and over again
each time
reaching out
to touch the velvet wings
of hope
that flutter
beyond your reach
still you come
dressed for a celebration
while others wear
mourning clothes
but you
believe
in hope
and without
such
dreams
where would
the dreams
come from
that
salt
the seven
seas
Our dreams and hopes keep us going…
No matter what happens, there is (usually) a glimmer in our hearts that tells us that not all’s lost.. .
“and without
such
dreams
where would
the dreams
come from
that
salt
the seven
seas” — these lines say it all!!
“salt” was a good surprise–I like the way it works in your poem–salting the seas with dreams–and saltwater seas–and salt as in “seeding”–Yeah. Like the way this word works the poem.
And those last lines – listening/ reading – okay, I literally pumped my fist in the air, like hearing a guitarist pull off the perfect lick to end a solo.
Read Between the Minds 
Velvet wings of hope … this is another beautiful poem.
Morning my friend, from a crisp Johannesburg bursting with the promise of Spring.
Our dreams and hopes keep us going…
No matter what happens, there is (usually) a glimmer in our hearts that tells us that not all’s lost.. .
“and without
such
dreams
where would
the dreams
come from
that
salt
the seven
seas” — these lines say it all!!
Kudos on yet another inspiring piece…
dreams that salt the seven seas… so beautiful slp, so beautiful.
I’ll just say I love this… 🙂
Thank you for this one ,slpmartin
Peace to you,
Laz
Those last few lines are my favorite… maybe because of the imagery, or maybe because of the alliteration.
“salt” was a good surprise–I like the way it works in your poem–salting the seas with dreams–and saltwater seas–and salt as in “seeding”–Yeah. Like the way this word works the poem.
thank you, beautiful lines. For all the dreamers, dreaming dreams.
the last few lines drive your intention home. 🙂
You hit this one OUT OF THE PARK!!
This is “my” kind of poem –
And those last lines – listening/ reading – okay, I literally pumped my fist in the air, like hearing a guitarist pull off the perfect lick to end a solo.
Kudos.
Beautiful poem. I like this theme that you have been working with. Time and again you seem to catch the delicacy and necessity of hope.
A beautiful poem, lovely to read, great flow and great ending. Thanks.
We have to hold on to the edge of hope or die trying (at least that’s my mantra)
Thanks C for the shred of hope
It’s impressive!!