Dawn
Dreams conceived in the fantasies of the heart,
filled with promises of tomorrow,
having streaks of the reality witnessed ,
yet fleshed by uniqueness of the creator.
Birthed in the travail of thoughts,
fired by the heat of passion,
winged in the beauty of words,
That give them form and life.
Powered by the energy within ,
and the courage to take on the World,
That cannot see today’s dream,
as the hero of tomorrow.
Growing in the sweat of the creator,
driven by his faith and will,
until it becomes a thing of worth,
to dazzle the world with its power!
A formless fantasy,
only believed by the one who conceived it,
now driving the world,
with the power of the dream!
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Do you have creative/innovative waking dreams?
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Yes
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No
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I often dream of all sorts of trappery, dear Dawn …. my dreams have neither tail nor head
My night dreams or mostly meaningless.
powered by the energy within –
that drives vivid imagery, i see a light within shining through.
great poem!!!!
Thank you Doc for your kind words.
Lovely yellow rose. I never remember my dreams.
Carol this was about waking dreams and innovations.
No, I don’t think I dream much at all.
Hmm.. but why so Ghostwriter?