Dream
Then God, with his fingers, carved
a hole through my dream’s ceiling,
took a handful,
and fashioned them in the form of woman,
set him before my eyes
a million and two miles away.
In this strange little small world of ours, everyone
is within reach,
but never attainable.
In my dreams the stones
can climb the trees and kiss its fruit;
but here they wait
for the branches to let go of them,
when they’re ready to rot.
This is a poem written by a friend of mine. It’s amazing that things that we have ever so wanted cannot be reached in the real world. The only thing most people have are dreams.
Which is sad.
A soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
-Johann von Goeth
P.S. You MAY have noticed that I have been putting poetry in my blogposts. Don’t like it? Don’t read it! hahahah
Poety is <3
