Jason Limberg
Dreams whisper to me
at impossible times;
i carry a mirrror of my own
my ideas seeking colors,
release from my soul;
It isn’t rocket science
to drown the voices in head
but harder it is each day
to justify living to yourself;
Wether stupid, naive or unreal-
dreams can wait a lifetime to reveal
the truth behind the scene
can only be to move those peices.
Written for toads (inspired by the image)
A most dreamy poem.
A most intriguing response to the prompt. Thank you for participating.
I hear sadness, hopelessness in your poem. So well written.
I love this! Indeed, we can take a lifetime for a dream to take shape.
For many people dreams fades in the daylight…
Since I mostly have nightmares… for me it’s a good thing.
This is a wonderful poem. The subtle nuances, the dreams and the reality of it all is life, is learning, is seeking. A truly memorable write.
Dreams only weigh as much we allow them to. The decision to embrace them or let them float away in the morning.
This strikes a sadness in me – and the idea that one should not wait a lifetime to make a move…