Recapturing That Dream Poem by Rani Turton

Like leaving my imprints in the river
Like touching stone and having it crumble;
Looking at the furture in a ruby glittering bright
Conversing with the night birds in a lonely park
Whilst walking home late at night.

The mind is my treasure; recapturing lost dreams
Thown into a dark corner of the galaxy
On the other side of the moon
Where I will retreive them very soon.

I have a friend who is an expert
In saving the lost, the damned and the lonely:
But my mind and dreams and destiny
Have me and me only;
Now these lines are only a fraction of what life seems
In recapturing all those lost dreams.

Copyright: Rani Turton