Jar of DreamsA Poem by Hawaiian_fireBefore the city birthed metal encaged trees and man-made skies of concrete domes, children could run in fields catching fireflies and dreams in glass jars to light the way home. And I, my father's jewel, would dance as a fairy and sing, of love in a house with a white picket fence. I sang stories of fruit trees and wedding rings and it all made such beautiful sense. Now my feet walk upon hardened earth, on grown men's dreams forgotten at birth, They have forgotten the time of love songs and rhyme and dances of childhood mirth. Dreams only caught now in the jar of my mind As the only song sings from automobile's beeps, And I, my father's lost jewel, have forgotten to dance. Where are the fireflies, the fruit trees? I weep. Take me away from the hearts made of stone, sing me a song to open the house of love's door. Lay me beneath a fruit tree near a white picket fence, so I may dance as a child once more. January 13, 2004
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3 Reviews Added on March 24, 2021 Last Updated on March 24, 2021 AuthorHawaiian_firehonolulu, HIAboutI dance between the dark and the light and I am thinking maybe you just might find something here you might like perhaps another’s view and insight On Summers, heartbreak, and Junes starl.. more..Writing
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