Hour 19, Poem 25

Purple cotton candy clouds
Over a city of written dreams
Drifting, gliding, floating
Covering everything in a hazy glow
Not unlike sleep laden eyes
And mind conjuring up vivid pictures
Of fairies, dwarves and goblins
Dryads, elves, gremlins
Mingling in a landscape of serene chaos
Magic and dreams form worlds
More worlds… and words
Of wisdom, love and hope.
I wanted to find something
More than mere words
And give it to you
So this is the place I offer to you.

2 thoughts on “Hour 19, Poem 25

  1. This line: “a city of written dreams” and these “I waned to find something / More than mere words / And give it to you / So this is the place I offer to you.” resonate with me the most.

    I’d like to quote that phrase “city of written dreams” because it speaks to the writer in me. If I credit you for it, can I quote it in an essay I’m writing?

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