Dreaming Over The Moon Poem by Unwritten Soul

Dreaming Over The Moon

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Moon is rising up
So my dream hold me up (high)
High above i'm climbing the sky height
Passing the mountain arc
Beyond the whispering clouds
Till i see the stars and they are greeting
Asking me where i am going
Say my dream is flying me high this whole night
The moment people say goodnight
When all slowly falling sleep tight
With dear stars i'll be there tonight

When moon rises up
Set up high as night solely bulb
Lighting the sky from the horizontal dark
I always ponder of how magical and brave moon always be
As much i wonder how life on earth from above looks like
As I've been low for quite sometimes
As I've been telling of fears outside for all time
Truly I never know how world in another side
So with dream I'll discover farer at this height
Dear stars i'll be with them tonight
Till the moon yawning to sleep
And before the sun waking up

Watching moon rising up
Some said dont dream much as it only for a little child
No one knows if it is a secret to see with limitless wide
No one go beyond what can a child can see
As what i know I've been low for quite sometimes
As I've been telling of fears outside for all time
From below I always adore the starry night
For now its time to view the world from above
Beyond the gravity touch
Out of realistic boundaries
I may see thing I've missed before

Dawn reached to the downhill
So dream sending me back to my soul
To my sober mind I'll tell you of yesterday ride
May every new day will start with this dream hype
And when my eyes open as sun rise up
I now return with dream sheltered inside
I've learned how to view the world that night
To start new day with possibilities without boundaries
To learn ourselves beyond limitations and fear's gravity

Beyond limit
Either day or night
Dream can be true
If you find a way there
When day make your soul tired
And now its time for you my dear
Say goodnight and sleep tight

Dreaming Over The Moon
Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,imagination,moon,vision
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I started this work when i listened to a song about stars. The melody inspired me to write down the words.

The work is about dream that bring us to the higher place as if we are over the moon, it was started as a short lullaby but ended up with this long...when we dream/or have an ambition it feels like looking at something very high and make us curious to view from that height...it would be awesome to do and find something out that we not used to see, do or get...it is like thinking out of the box, and to do all of new great things i believe it is started with a dream...it can be a dream but we need a vision to make it real, otherwise it forever stays as dream only...I adore how a lil child (we were can think like everything is possible and no limition can stop it..Its funny when we grown up and be an adult, we always limit it, thus we cut the creativity and imagination. While to think out of the box, creativity and imagination are the key to go inside. In this poem, two dreams are combined..The dream is living at night and dream of our ambition..To dream high we can get a vision and when put this to sober mind, lets generate it to be real. I believe 'Dream' is a draft of solid vision...while vision is required mind to control our direction. So to me its okay to dream...just not let dream to only stay as dream..bring it to be real..thanks for your patience to read till here hahahaha love talking and sharing LOL..Thanks for reading everyone...

Pic: My old art named candle tree

Take care and love all_Soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 15 October 2016

After reading your poem I got a feel that I should not have waited long to sleep instead should have slept and dreamed like you about the moon, I wasted my time watching the night passing by and moon slowly sinking and making way to the mighty Sun. Dreams are elusive my friend...I don't remember when last time I had seen a Great Dream.....Yet I will keep trying and some day for sure I shall see a dream like you...Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem.10++++

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Unwritten Soul 23 October 2016

Hi Asim, -Shukriya- i hope i talk hindi well to thank you :) Dream is what you want to dream and let you dissolve in peace..Please sleep well and dream over the moon, glitter the sky with stars and your desire like we are kids again...wishes to be true :)

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Muhammad Ali 03 October 2016

Nice to read dear. What we call the reality, is this also a dream of Someone! ! Every moment of wisdom is magical

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Unwritten Soul 04 October 2016

Thanks dear Ali, dream is a shadow of reality...so maybe reality is the object that stand in real time...if you get what i mean...it is like we started with a dream and ended to make it alive as real one. Thank you dear for your always continous support on my work. I appreciate it a lot...hope you keep writing too and share with us :)

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 September 2017

Watching moon rising up Some said dont dream much as it only for a little child No one knows if it is a secret to see with limitless wide No one go beyond what can a child can see... one can't imagine the imaginative power of a child. A beautiful poem with haunting expression.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 September 2017

Watching moon rising up Some said dont dream much as it only for a little child No one knows if it is a secret to see with limitless wide No one go beyond what can a child can see... one can't imagine the imaginative power of a child. A beautiful with haunting expression.

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Captain Cur 18 August 2017

I love the candlelit tree with the backdrop of the moon. Both your artwork and words are truly inspiring. We must all strive to rise to higher (spirtual) heights in our lives.

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Mj Lemon 19 July 2017

Great work, Soul. And when we once dream, we can come to realize that we can dream again...and again....and again. Translating those dreams into reality is one of the greatest rewards. Great verse, Soul!

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Tajudeen Shah 17 November 2016

who created man from the wonderful clay of possibilities immense and range undefinable. True, the poet has had a researcher kind of vision, engaged soul and imaginations to fly at serene heights in pursuit of such realities behind dream(s) . What a dream could really mean has many a versions, in history from Ibn Serin to latest psycho scientists who are boastful of their findings. But, to me, at this instance, the earnest, honest and pure quest has had its voyage sensibly got realized the worth of dreams. Usually, poets or scientists offer problems and aftermaths of problems, whereas this unwritten soul has written the PSB formula realistic. (problems, solutions and benefits) The romantic quality of the whole depiction has its value and tradition, but the attitude towards and back, and the mercy of sharing the experience at its tranquil beauty is what impressed me much. Wish to keep jotting the bubbling thoughts within for ever.. but, as obligations win over emotions make me stop with my soul on this poem with what is written, for you, oh, the soul unwritten! . salam.

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Unwritten Soul 17 November 2016

Shukran, Thanks for your kind words on my poem I feel honored for you to see me as both, a writer and as a researcher :) Thanks for that Poet or writer to me is someone that crucially share the idea through a keen observation in society while scientist that usually observed something and try to improve something. Thus, its not about problem that we should complain but how we see it as it existed for. Nothing in this world is exist for nothing...even every fall, God creates it for us to improve...The art of living is how we see either we are look it as a observer or scientist...Then we may stun by how almighty He is to create this complex world alone...beautiful things that we have when we were created is emotion and controlled by intelligence, and that what makes us alive as human not a robot/other creatures (plant etc) . I believe what others need is similar to me; happy, serene, help, motivation and to be connected with others...because when we share we may feel how great world we live in. But if we too focus on self and living we may be not free ourselves to understand. Thank you dear sir Tajudeen Shah for your kindest review for this humble poem of mine. Take care and Salam to you too.

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