Midnightdreams!A Poem by Midnight DreamsAs a little girl, I often slept on the terrace, It was then that I saw some dreams, The dreams you see with wide open eyes, And you call them as Midnightdreams,
The stars in the sky would be the things, I was delighted to pick up, to play with, With a thread in my fingers I weaved them, As flowers, as leaves, as a shining bouquet,
Sometimes I would just let the moon, Slip away from my fist and roll up in the sky, I climbed up on to the clouds in joy, Made little huts from the white cotteny clouds,
I made a swing of a colorful rainbow, I swinged in mirth, singing songs with birds, I climbed from star to star and on to the moon, I slept on my pillow holding white swan's plume,
I would wake up and check with in my pockets, To find the clouds n stars I had put last night, And looked up in the sky to smile at, That one last star that was still there smiling,
I still have those with me, those very little eyes, They still gaze at the sky and get wet, While looking at the stars, and the clouds, And I call them as Midnightdreams. © 2010 Midnight Dreams |
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Added on December 18, 2010 Last Updated on December 18, 2010 Author
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