Soñar

With thanks to Miguel De Cervantes

Set in our paths, we scurry.

Beeps in our ruts, we do not vary.

One brave soul, scales the mountain.

And scans the horizon,

sees how much of the world was hidden.

He tries to share this treasure,

But others scorn his discovery,

They try to pull him back down,

because he dared to dream.

The overlooked hero does not despair

but reaches with weary arms,

For the unreachable star.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

This is our quixotic quest... and the reason why I feel the personal nature of poetry should never be crossed but revered and respected by one and all.