Destination of dreams

All roads lead to you

 

 

Destination of dreams

 

Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized

destinations of our own heart’s desires

 

Routes become numbers and numbers become moments

as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,

presents a “look forward to” scenario

 

beyond windows of curtained belief

and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings calling to me

 

The sidewalk of chalk marks in hopscotch etchings,

faded from the sun and foot smeared play dates,

leads to that place of affection filled dreams

 

and I see over the next sunrise a highway,

empty of detours and beckoning openly

 

to this heart, from another, on windswept invitations

penned in frilly fonts and colors of imagination,

reaching deeply inside and holding tightly

 

A glance back at what is left behind brings a smile,

for what waits ahead is now everything new

 

In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate

proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and

of love… . when that journey brings me to you

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

This is a wonderful road to travel this morning.
I had a thought or two come to mind, but I could be mistaken or should just mind my own business... so I love the write... and will carry on through my morning. :)

These lines "and I see over the next sunrise a highway,
empty of detours and beckoning openly" full of promise and hope.
Well done, my friend!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my god friend. Now you have my curiosity peaked...what did you have come to mind?

[Emerald Seas]

Oh, nothing really. Just the mind wandering while I read, I suppose. :)

[Jack...]

I think I know what you were thinking, but if you won't tell me, that's fine. be that way. :)

[Emerald Seas]

You spill first then!? A wayward thought that is none of my business even if it were accurate so I'm keeping my moth shut and staying in my own swim lane :)

[Jack...]

Well, my motto is ladies first...so we'll just leave it at that. Funny how poetry can channel how one thinks.

[Emerald Seas]

Poetry stirs the senses and pulls on emotional cords - it's inevitable that the mind stirs up strange things. Btw - chicken! ;)

[Jack...]

That was a fowl thing to say. :)

So, I guess the question is, should we take all poerty we read literally and assume (key word) that it is exactly the heart of the poet or should we take it with a grain of sand and not pin the theme on the poet? Hmmm, which one pertains to my poem here? Let's see, traveling along highway, peering ahead to what waits, seeking love just around the next turn and forgetting what is left behind...Hmmm, I wonder. :) Did it say what direction I was heading? Darn must've forgot that part.

[Emerald Seas]

Lol. Oh, I've learned my lesson on assuming poetry is literal or pertains to the writer. If everyone did that we'd all be in a lot of trouble! One reason I decided to keep my mouth! :)

[Jack...]

Oh well, I guess we'll never know.

[Sami Khalil]

I think all this roads and highways lead to your poetic destination of beauty and love well spoken...Splendid ...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. It seems my mind does a lot of traveling.

[Sami Khalil]

OK. Good to know...You are welcome...:)

[Traci]

"Routes become numbers and numbers become moments."
Moments we will cherish for the rest of our days.

This poem is filled with so much beauty and truth dear friend. You have exposed your heart, your deepest desires.

In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate
proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and
of love… . when that journey brings me to you
The perfect ending, one that leaves me smiling knowing the positivity you possess through your hopes and dreams. Well done, my friend.

[Jack...]

Good morning Traci. Thank you so much for stopping by today and leaving such sweet words for me. It is friends like you that make this journey a dream filled experience.

[Traci]

Good morning Jack! Always a pleasure to read your words, I cherish this journey, and may your dreams all come true. Have a wonderful day, my friend.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"Routes become numbers and numbers become moments." This has struck me for its clever word play. Also, I love the positiveness if this poem, especially in the 7th stanza. You crafted a good end, too. Nice one, Jack... I would love to see you in your destination of dreams! :x

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. This destination seems to be ongoing, but eventually it will bring me to my heart's desire...I am sure of it.

[gabrielle]

your words just painted one of the most wonderful road trips of a lifetime. thanks for sharing jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Gabrielle. Nice to see you again.

[OTownPete]

The sights and sounds of the journey enhance the joy anticipated on the arrival. Very enjoyable read Jack. Your friend in words, Pete

[Jack...]

Thanks Pete for going on this journey with me.

[OTownPete]

You're welcome Jack. I hope you will enjoy some of my offerings.

[Great Aunt Astri]

The road, a very apt metaphor for life's journey. I love the optimism in the last stanza.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much. I appreciate your kind words today.

[Keith]

Love a road trip, sounds like your destination is in someone's heart. Hope for great scenery on the way. Nice write Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Keith. Funny meeting you at this rest stop along the way. :)

[Keith]

For long trips I tend to drive at night. Always a pleasure to bump into a gentleman Jack. 9:30 pm here.

[Jack...]

6:30 am here...the sun isn't even up yet.

[Keith]

I often notice the weird hours many of you keep. I talk to the US often and tend to be aware of your time. So often I get a response at 2-3 am (their time) somewhere. Most people in the US cannot fathom time zones, or that we are coming into spring and Santa coming when its 100+ degrees in summer is bit of a mind blower. The silly old b*****d still wears hot red stuff, you'd reckon he trade in for shorts, single and thongs? Sometimes the sleigh is hooked up to Kangaoroos, but it just looks bloody ridiculous.

[Jack...]

I have some friends in your neck of the woods so I am aware of your seasons as compared to ours, but like you said, I found it hard to comprehend initially.

[Keith]

I can get many of those things easily, but cannot fathom why when you flush it swirls down around the bowl in the opposite direction.

[Jack...]

Maybe it doesn't. Since we are geographically beneath each other, perhaps if we stood on our heads and watched it, it would be going the same direction.

[Keith]

Thats IT!................... Drill a hole clean through the earth and watch it from both ends!

[Jack...]

Well, watching it from "both ends" sounds a bit personal to me...:)

[Keith]

You are not supposed to be sitting on it at the time! Look at it with your left eye, not your brown eye.

[Pryde Foltz]

In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate
proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and
of love… . when that journey brings me to you

A beautiful poem and a stanza of hope and looking forward. Thank you, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you Pryde. Always you bring smiles to my my world.

[LL]

I like it Jack, and I love road-trips like this too.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Levi. Nice to see you again.

[LL]

Your welcome Jack, good to be back.