Dream

A short poem I wrote when I first discovered true love.

My field of open grass has grown miles over the years.

It's grown momentous wonders of friends and family.

It's grown progressive ponders of norms to highs.

It's even grown the most unusual dark mists.

 

But now a new miraculous everlasting growth has happened to the field.

It grew the most colorful flower amongst all friends and family.

It grew brilliant trees on mountains higher than I could ever imagine.

And it also grew the brightest light that can only be prevented with the reflection of a smile.