Dreams

Fading, Fleeting, Yearning Weeping Rising, Being, Smiling Dreaming

Visions You See

When You

Close

Your Eyes

Visions of

Reality

Far Beyond

Sometimes You

Forget Them

For a Little

or Long While

But If You

Stay True

to Yourself

Your Soul

and Always

Believe

Those Dreams

You Glimpsed

Those Other Worlds

Imagined

Felt

Will Always Be

Inside a Golden Chest

Close Your Eyes

Press Your Hands to Your

Heart

and Squeeze

Squeeze So Tight

and Smile

Forever :)

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

This was a very enjoyable read for me. Poems about dreams are intriguing to me because I so rarely dream, or if I do I don't remember them. But you raise a good point, perhaps they are locked up in my Golden Chest just waiting to be rediscovered. Gorgeous work and it read well... like a dream! =)

[Benitoo]

Thanks! Glad you liked it :)

[spitballing]

Simple but good. I'm not a poem expert so I can't give you to much feed back about the flow here, but the word structure does seem creative. Also the last couple of lines end it on a very good note.

[Benitoo]

Thanks! This is one of my earlier poems; the way I wrote it - and the way I write anything - was to write my thoughts and feelings as I felt them, and try to capture their flow. Now, as I write more, I'm becoming more creative and comfortable with symbols, structure, and language, but I still love simple poems like this because I feel a purity in their simplicity, in the fact that anyone can connect to them and feel them.