Dream Of Olwen

we like to be in their gossamer world
leaves falling like the notes of this classical music
riding with the wind and making this world so light and
pleasing to the senses
the ears that hear the dance of the flowers
the eyes that see the breaths of the buds

i have new feet i have new dreams now
the dream of Olwen

i am dancing i am stretching my hands in praise
to life! to eternity! to sweet memories!

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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