I open my eyes and look up at the big blue sky.
I often wonder as I lull into a slumber, the dreams I have, the joys I shared.
When I was a kid I had a dream of a house with chocolate and cream, a genie with a lamp and a harp that sang.
Now, I am a bit older, I dream of bikes with bow ties and pigtails that could fly.
Then I dreamt of sailing to the moon, with a prince who made me swoon.
As I grew more, the dreams moved farther as sleep was less n work was harder.
Oh how I miss my dreams of custards and pies n pink flurry ties.
You know I still have a dream to be a dancing queen, to fly high in sky and swim thru the ocean dry.
Though I wish I had a dream I wouldn’t miss, how I wish it was something I could fix.
But all I land up with is a dream and me, I wake up with a sheen n say “ I have a dream”
A great poem. Dreams can bring a lot of joy. Good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Indian brave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful piece and yes as we grow our dreams change with our mindsets