but a dream...
A daydream
flying silver
flows across the page
in flowing lines
like an ancient feather pen
a drifting sea
a widow’s walk
a quiet sea
and storm clouds fly
above the clipper ship
far off it comes
but sailing far
to ports unknown
and carrying treasure
untold
Simple dreams
I don’t understand
where and what
there is so much I “know”
but so much I can’t understand
And all I know are facts
a simple dream
I cannot put down
have given up
but cannot shake
And do you give it back to me?