Golden Dreams
Orange64
April 30th, 2025
As brooks from melting mountains seek deep rivers ever ,
Dreams never cease flooding; but when rills as cascades
Meet lakes, slow-tranquil they search beauty in this bower
'Midst hills — cannas, sallows, stars in dawn's shades.
As rain, soft voice — known and unknown — have sang,
Dreams instead stood drowned. No! Saviours eleven
Arrived with first sunlight, touched heart with this new klang —
Small and kind, still charming— turning dreams heaven.
As hues of seven colours rid dawn of darkness,
Dreams cling life to dead self, of reflections
Small-joyous-special, of being caress,
Giving partners days of springs, strong connections.
O dreams! Mighty than thou, a sky shalt not fly,
Thou are my own, grief shan't turn o'er this cry!
@Orange64 Sorry sorry , seems like used enter key twice everytime 😭. Please ignore it . And entire poem is in single stanza....
