Of all that is

Never let things pass you by

Delve into this contented ocean of silver words

Speak of all that is prosperous for it was and would be

 

Sink into released forms of loving this life

For my introverted heart spoke of this golden path

 

We would engrave tenacious happiness 

Often placid sand would wonder so volatile 

 

Living between those secluded groves  

Sentimental promises of primitive waves

 

Piled upon the dark sidewalk of this heart

Park yourself a pleasant thought within reality

 

For the beauty of this gifted morning air

Would seldom wait for any form of obscured passion

 

Dreams would resolutely part phobic with timid tides

Soaking the breaking point of inducted solitude

 

We drown within shadows of beauty fleeing 

Of all the plans wilting in rosy water

 

Life calls out upon the abided blue docks

As consumed pigeons would deliver lost letters

 

Proclaiming it really is the opportune time

Trains of reality placed by this serendipitous foaming bay

Author's Note

Sometimes one can't wait
and should go for what they want .......

Reviews

[wordman]

sound advise,but sometimes it`s just not the right time to chase your dreams

[B]

Its always time
Thank you Wordman

[Paul Bell]

So true. One must never hesitate.
If you don't make the move, someone else surely will.

[B]

True
Thank you Paul

[Mr.Writer]

Such a beautiful, breath-taking poem that's filled with amazing imagery in it along with clearly expressed emotions of sadness, happiness and hope...
Well done, keep it up!

[B]

Thank you :)