A simple sequal to my Dreams poem. Coz me thinks; that
Time and tide,
Waits for no man.
But in its splendor,
Brings the span.
The span of nights,
To heal wounded souls.
To start afresh,
And dream some more 🙂
With fluttering heart and bated breadth,
I dream again, of things abet.
A dream that wonâ€™t, last the year,
And thatâ€™s why; they are called, dreams my dear 🙂
Along with dreams, comes in full wonder,
The sister of dreams, the banisher of fear.
Lovely is her name, peaceful her demeanor,
Hope she’s called, eternal seducer.
For now I hope, and only hope
For all my dreams, to come afore
What else can a soul, do but wait
Pray to hope, and, hope she sways.