Without Destiny
There are some thoughts
that when spoken take on change.
They can become something different
when uttered aloud,
moreover their power increases.
Better then keep them unsaid,
and seam them away
into the folds of the mind.
That way is kind to survival.
When held close, feelings retain
all the magical colours we need.
They willingly perform any
lifting of salt-soaked hearts,
but they perform only as dreams.
Take then a rainbowing archway
of picture-paste dreaming,
paint and plaster it over the heart,
and leave it,
a footprint appears in it's core,
marking a need
entrenched in the soul and
ready for healing.
Keep vision clear and see it alive,
but as yet unspoken,
fill it with hope, bring it out nightly,
re-dream it,
then burnlish it brightly.
This treasure alone is ours,
and has its own beauty
which feeds us while waiting for real.
Without destiny life seems unfair,
barely endurable
and the future looks empty indeed.
Let us then guard our daily dreaming.
Such wise words... insightful...satisfying
super poem lady fay. beautiful
Very inspirational poem Fay. Your poem gives hope and fills the reader's wretched souls with vibrant positive energy.
This is really good Fay!
Oh yes lets, I really enjoy my dream's weird or otherwise. Delightful piece of penning.
Philosophical and beautiful; a poem that touches the heart. :)
lovely fay such wise advice written beautifully
here's to daily dreaming and daily writing, without which i have no use for ink or nib.
excellent piece Fay...reads beautifully and I love the subject filled as it is with your imagery :)
Let us then guard our daily dreaming. - the poem gives us the secret to life, Fay