The dream

I dreamt

of time before

when I was young

the idle finger of destiny

yet to point

the direction

of my fate.

I trod the path

that stretched before me

as I walked

to the edge

of a crystal lake

shining, resplendent in the sun

and, in its  reflection

I snatched a glimpse of myself

for the very first time

as I then was

a child

soon to be

a man.

© Paul O' Neill 2012

Reviews

[Circe]

you take a simple idea and make it rather extraordinary, the ending quite stunned me, a spectacle to behold, beautifully done, sorry I had taken so long to get here, you are a high quality poet, thank you.

[Pól]

thank you so much.

[eglantine]

hm, I honestly dno't think I'd change anything about this poem. It's a nice lil' message. thanks for sharing Paulo!

[Pól]

Thanks, eggy