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

[Angel]

Such lovely thoughts, such beautiful metaphor...
A road trip to love...dancing a pretty little two step through country meadows filled with wildflowers to this one, Jack!!

[Jack...]

Angel my cute friend, if the detination is worth it, the traveling is a dream. Thank you so very much.

[Frieda P]

There's a bit of whimsy in this one, destined for love...

The sidewalk of chalk marks in hopscotch etchings,
faded from the sun and foot smeared play dates

There's a playful innocence to your words here Jack, yet the sentiment is all grown up...a heartfelt inspiring read, love it.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. yes there still is a bit of child in me...well maybe a lot. :) I always appreciate your visits to my poetic world.

[Rita L. Sev]

I love the pictures you show here, Jack - hedges and hopscotch, sunrise and open road... all visions in a lover's dream... I really like "and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings calling to me..." Cool concept.

A smile for the heart in this!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Rita. I appreciate the smile...always. Sometimes I sit and write these things and I am never really sure who might like them...I am glad you did.

[Lydia Shutter]

The romance in this poem is heartwarming, Jack. You used such a wonderful metaphor and carried it through very well. "and I see over the next sunrise a highway, empty of detours and beckoning openly" So, not the yellow brick road then? :) The past is always a part of us, but the future is our destination....looking forward and giving dreams a chance is the way to go. I liked this a lot. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Well it couldn't have been the Yellow Brick Road Lydi, it is closed for construction. :) Thanks so very much for stopping by my page this day and leaving such kind words.