Release Your Dreamsby Chloe RichmondOnce upon a moonbeamwhere dreams are madeand bright stars gleamthink about lifeand what it means,evidently not always what it seemsQuit focusing...
Somedays I take a moment
and I float away,
off in dream land.
I dream of the most wonderful,
all kinds of things,
"the incomplete poem"
red fragments of plastic litter the
sandy soil at my feet
i gather them with one at a time
while my soul searches for a song to impart
my pen grows strange...
Some things are meant to stay hidden,
But for some the words will come unbidden
However like a song unsung,
The words to this poem are on the tip of my tongue.
It was surmised
one time in a poetry workshop
that it would be impossible to write
a good poem about
I think they're right--
this poem isn't...