Poems from xila427@hotmail.com
Through the eyes of a dreamer
Nothing can stand in my way
Soaring high over mountains and oceans
My own little airplane cradling me in the...
Dancing, swirling, threads and beads
Reaching about the fragile frame.
Entwined in the many strands
Are my many horrible dreams.
Many were...
Which road to take?
They both lead in different directions
Left? or Right?
They twist and turn along the barren ground
Which would be...
Storm clouds gather in the afternoon skies
Like doubts and fears clouding my eyes
They used to be hazel, now they're grey
Once they shown...
Morning mist settles silently upon the pond.
A chilling dampness curses this horrid ground.
Nothing stirs or voices opinion.
Once full of...