The Power of Dreams

 

 

I cannot go inside your dreams,
Only angels know that place.
And if I recognised you –
Would you have a different face?
The rising tide that washed our feet;
Has long reached a different shore,
The clouds have changed from dragons,
And just turned to clouds once more;
The roadside knows my footsteps –
Somehow an echo has remained,
But the crossroad sign has turned around,
Nothing here is still the same.
So which road will I follow now?
I’ve crossed rivers, waded streams,
For me it doesn’t matter –
No, for me it doesn’t matter –
I have lost the power of dreams.

6 thoughts on “The Power of Dreams

    1. John Anthony Fingleton

      Thank you Louis for your comments and reading the poem….sorry I am a little late replying I am in transit from South America to France at present.

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    1. John Anthony Fingleton

      Thank you Maya, please excuse me at present …I will get around to reading some of your work when I settle.

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