Dreams wander
from human to human
from Ireland
to Bulgaria
from an anywhere
to the somewhere
of everywhere
arriving in different heads
at the same time
so that the beings
whether they be human or not
(see the haystack dream of the barn
dreaming of a large harvest moon)
(see the forgotten doll
dream of her lost child)
all seem
to dream
the same dream.
Eyes
(you must understand)
do more than see
eyes dream
of what the heart
...already knows.
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For the lovely lady who is so 'Eye-rich' at heart and who writes the most 'laughely' poetry. A thank you poem for the gift of your poetry.
It's true. You can make a poem from nothing. This is a beautiful gift. F
Oh this is lovely...it always amazes me how you can write a poem from such a little scrap of something that catches your eye. Isn't there an Asminov story called EYES DO MORE THAN SEE in which now two disembodied energies flee through an eternal universe remembering a time when they were flesh and blood and there was human love and....they create it again...this mental image and it gets to the sadness that eyes do more than see...they cry. Seems so long ago when I read that as a kid and it always stayed me...frighteningly beautiful and sorta scary. Surely your title was also to allude to this...yes...please tell me yes? Yes! love Debbie of Debs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a most gorgeous poem and dedicated to a most gorgeous person from a wonderfully warm poet as yourself. Your poems always make my heart melt! ! HG: -) xx