Dreamers

A Poem By Bridget // 5/2/2011

As the sun goes down
I hear the sound
Of breezes rustling through the cherry trees.
Calm blue of dusk
White-grey of shadowed blossoms
Pale pink of horizon.
A perfect night for lovers
A perfect night for dreamers
For those who long for what lies past the stars
For those who think wistfully of the dangerous depths of the sea.

I am a dreamer
No need for love or light or happiness
No need for that which I create in my mind
This quiet night is mine
The one I made in my head.
Does it seems real to you?
If so, know how real it is for me
And understand why I want nothing more
Than my dreams.

Comments

Enchanting

 I loved the words you used. This felt enchanting, and mysterious in the best possible way. My favorite lines were '' For those who long for what lies past the stars, For those who think wistfully of the dangerous depths of the sea.'' 

Kathleen | Tue, 05/03/2011

ooh I love it. It's

ooh I love it. It's absolutely beautiful. I like the dreaminess of it. :)

Renee | Tue, 05/03/2011

Thanks so much, you guys!  I

Thanks so much, you guys!  I was wondering if it would make sense to anyone.

Bridget | Fri, 05/06/2011

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya