Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

A mind at peace with all below she is beauty such so ever bright Smile to win the hearts that glow a wonder to the sight

"




Lucy Hamilton Princess of Ireland.



Another life I dream of now

thoughts of others nay-ere to wed

Where love has waited on the bow

shown in beauty of all she said

 

I watched as she descended stairs

and dreamed the world was none but gay

With her my life had lost the cares

where we would dance the night away

 

The witted banter of close friends

then came the music swaying crowds

As dreams of love that never ends

on high the heaven’s streaming clouds

 

From marbled hall and wooded glade

of noble thoughts I was endowed

For love of her my heart had stayed

a life un-wavered and un-bowed


To he whom ever loved so true

we bless the winds of salvation

Red tresses flow in green eyed hue

oh this wonder of creation





© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Oh who can say what they would do if the winds had only blown them to distant shores. I wrote this of the dreams of another life not lived. I do not believe we are only able to love one person in life. I think there are thousands whom we might fall in love with if the time and place were right. It is the fates that leads us to our destiny. And this is just a thought on how life could be different if the winds had blown the opposite direction.

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You, my dear, are a hopeless romantic; and I love it! It seems you like women as well as love them, this is a very desirable trait in the male of the species, and all too rare.
I believe you are correct, actually, I know you are correct, you can love more than one person. (Hopefully, not at the same time. LOL)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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the winds of change do re-arrange,the bonds of those forgotten...
for the few life begins anew,from the stumps of the old and rotten...
one mans trash is another mans treasure...
one mans failure is another mans measure...
from so many to find just one,the needle and hay so strange...
hold the heart within your hands,ignore the winds of change...LonelySoul

Posted 14 Years Ago


love the picture! it really transports my mind to a different time and place... interesting write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is very beautiful and dreamy, has a positive feel to it, like anything is possible.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very dreamlike feel to the poem. I like the poem. The photo sent me back to the fifties!
Good Job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Lovely poem Tate. You could be right.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautifully romantic, dreamy poem. I too believe we can fall in love with many people and it seems quite natural to dream of those moments of love shared even the what ifs.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I agree that there are thousands that we can fall in love with as well. You raise really good points with this poem. I like the "I thank the winds of salvation" line the best as it shows how people can cross paths by it just being one of those things.

This poem's actually really good.

Posted 14 Years Ago


we definitely know your type
your visual dish
is a delight through your eyes
love is always within us
we make the decision on who to share it with


Posted 14 Years Ago


Vrey beautiful! I love the last stanza. :) Keep writing!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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you rhyme and meter is always so rhythmic..it jumps along to a perfect tune..the what if's and the onlys of this life..it's all down to choice..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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