Dreams In My Hand

When I was young
and the universe sung
past the stars and the moon
in the sky gently hung

I could stretch past the edges
balance freely on ledges
felt the life force within me
honored all of my pledges

Now as I get older
things seem a bit colder
the universe smaller
Those younger seem bolder

the outside world shrinking
but never my thinking
my internal world growing
though outside is sinking

The ground where I stand
may be sinking sand
but my heart flies in clouds
I hold dreams in my hand

Image credit: Diego Arrigoni

6 thoughts on “Dreams In My Hand”

Old Egg September 19, 2011 at 4:14 pm

What a delight this poem was to read. It certainly applied to me as I dream on.
1. Dee Post authorSeptember 19, 2011 at 5:15 pm
  
  I’m so glad you liked it 🙂
Belva@Mainely Mug Ups September 19, 2011 at 6:10 pm

Things change on the outside as we grow older, but on the inside we are much the same. I do hope we are wiser. I love the line: my heart flies in clouds. This is a wonderful poem.
1. Dee Post authorSeptember 19, 2011 at 6:56 pm
  
  thank you so much – I don’t know about wiser…I hope so. Mostly I think I exchange one foolishness for another 🙂
Westlander Poetry ~ deborah September 19, 2011 at 10:11 pm

wonderful rhyme … love the reflection in this piece.

~deborah
1. Dee September 20, 2011 at 7:14 pm
  
  thank you Deborah 🙂

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