Dream Seeker

 

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