Dreams

By threeleafshamrock

Sat, 16 May 2009
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Dreams, like the far off mountain peaks;
beautiful but distant.
Envied in their unattainable loftiness,
viewed and admired from afar.
So perfect, unsullied; virginal.
I will not climb my mountains,
I will not trample my dreams.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
What truth you write in these few, well-chosen words. Less is certainly more. In this case, much more. It is a poem I shall remember. Thank you, Chris. Tina xx

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks lovely Tina, glad you enjoyed - nice to be back among you all ;)

Submitted by sarah wilson on
I loved this - simple and beautiful :-)

Submitted by Geoff Smith on
Nice work Chris. I should know this, but clearly don't. the trample dreams thing. Is that a Yeats reference? Thanks. JM.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Last two lines = AMAZING. Very clever analogy, sooo glad to have you back ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thank you all so much; Sundays Child, Sarah, Magic and Nathan for taking the time to read and comment.

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thank you JM. for mentioning one of my all time favourite poets and poems. I enclose it here for your perusal. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven William Butler Yeats HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.