Dreams of World Friendship
So far away in space, Each one a little colored ball. Unique. Unattainable. Yet, so close in thought, A lightening cord Linking us. Still fresh, The painting of words Without words that represents You conceived in surprise, Swept up in emotions, Swirling in delight! The ground falls away Beneath me And I fly to your side. The silver cord shines gold In the sunrise Before I must return From dream to reality. What I cannot have Is indeed what I long for; What I reach out to touch in dreams, past, present and future, To hold a moment more Before rising to leave, again, Is insubstantial, smoke. Frail animals that we are, Inconstant, Always yearning for more, Brush away the dust Of moonbeams And come home. Let friendship be your guide And love your angel Protecting us all.
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 22.07.09
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