Monday, April 11, 2011

Late Night Dreams

I dreamed last night of many things
Strange images filled my head
I dreamed I had Angel wings
And that snakes danced round my bed
I dreamed of sitting way up a hill
Watching the world pass down below
Then a change, a rush, a thrill
In my dream it began to snow
I was a panther on the prowl
Pacing so quiet through the night
Another change, I take wing, a hawk, perhaps an owl
Patient, silent, I circle, soar, waiting for first light.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like the fact that your imagination finds its bliss in simple things.

This is a beautiful poem