Dreams that Call
Do you hear the dreams that call,
Dreams your hands still hope to find?
Stand in wonder of them all,
Pillow them within your mind.
In the shell of your old life
You could stand until you die,
But it’s time to slip away
With the hawk that rides the sky.
Onward through the wind and fire!
Push yourself, do not give up!
You will find your heart’s desire
Waiting in a brimming cup.
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Posted on November 29, 2020, in Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged call, dreams, find, hands, hawk, heat, pillow, push, shell, slip, stand, wonder. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.