Painted Dreams Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Painted Dreams

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There are no more deferred dreams
time has at last collapsed.
Where can we wait
and not be disturbed while waiting
to start over again.
Light has not reached U.S. here no
not yet.
Out side where we are there's a face.
Deep in sleep through it I look
it is large
very large larger than our pretty eyes.
Transparent inside
flowing out are the thoughts
thoughts that have led U.S. all here.
Like salt dashed on edge the
edge of a cup
the light that we see is not here.
Silver and green the rest are unseen
their presence exists none the less.
There is more than this
much much much more than this and
it fits on the head of a pin.

Thursday, July 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: green
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amitava Sur 23 July 2015

A nice picture you have drawn about the dreams you have.It's large, huge but non existing, it can be held even on the tip of a pin!

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