Dreams, like clouds
visible to the eye
just out of reach
time to pull the clouds down
step on them like a magic carpet
flying high above the pines
to foreign lands and islands
painting rainbows in the sky
smiling all the while
until my heart calls me back to the ground
to play in the sand
find my oak tree
and lay my head down
© Anita Adams 2018
Dreams like fireflies in a vessel
longing to be free – to escape
gasping for air in the jar holding them captive
until the dreamer releases them
they fly away
free – to be realized
to be acknowledged
be seen – be heard
like words on a page
until they are read
read with the heart
fireflies and dreams – fly free
fly high
to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer
© Anita Adams 9/11/17
Called to Write 