Dreamer's Flight

Message of hope, peace and goodwill

Dreamer's Flight

there is a dreamer in me.

there is no limit or boundary.

I can go anywhere I want

in the depths of my mind,

I'll flaunt.

I can soar high in the sky,

like an eagle in flight.

take in beautiful scenery,

colorful landscapes,

rolling meadows, majestic

mountains, breath-taking

valleys, and deep blue seas.

I am a morning dove 

with tapered wings,

blue, white, red, brown,

does describe me.

mindanao bleeding-heart,

this sets me apart.

an endemic dove,

in perfect harmony with

with mother earth.

fussy acorn woodpecker,

constantly gives lectures.

pecking on mighty tree trunks,

deliver her hopeful message.

she wants to get the attention,

of those who fell 

on deaf ear's intention.

hope is what she wants 

to mention.

and to comfort those 

who are rejected 

and neglected.

she is equipped 

with a red helmet,

her sword she uses is

soft spoken words,

she is firm as they flow

from her sharp piercing beak.

body amour of black feathers,

protects her body 

and claw-like feet.,

however many will resist.

there is so much 

wickedness.

I am a modest 

and lowly sparrow

with an olive leaf from 

a palm tree,

filled with peace and goodwill,

therefore.

for all men to welcome.

I climb ever so high,

exhausted from flapping,

has been a long journey flight.

but I continue my struggle. 

as I fly through the evening air,

I  gracefully glide.

I go higher and higher,

the odds I did defy.

my load was pretty heavy

but worth this life-saving

endeavor. 

as for this burden, 

I knew that I must persevere,

spread tiny wings 

and now I'm suddenly here.

I perch my nest before mankind,

and offer this gift.

now it's up to them,

my journey now ends.

a long awaited rest I finally 

win.

Author's Note

Please read my poem. I am open to comments, suggestions and review.

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

Lovely poem, with a whimsical and innocent beginning, through to such detail of each bird you become! My favorite is the woodpecker which you describe beautifully and let the description carry meaning to the reader. The last part- of the struggle to carry a burden too heavy, but too precious to give up on- is a wonderful metaphor for our life struggles to carry our gifts and lay them before mankind, to see if they will use them well. An enjoyable read!