my hand is out for a dream holding someone special to walk in life you at my side, a friend for life to be forever happy a dream the perfect woman lifes mystery you are out there if my dream comes true holding out for a miracle looking for you loves finest hour still a stranger to me
Love can be a ghost, a memory, or the fleeing end.of a rainbow, but sooner or later you will get your pot of gold. Then all you have to do is receive it and return it. Good write, i can dig it...Jesse
JyonnahReading, Pennsylvania USAMay 4, 2013
Wow, what a sweet dream! I pray you find your dream lady soon, Liam. You have such great spirit and tender love to give. Awesome poem!!
jesse i am digging deep brilliant comment like yourself finding the end of the rainbow like a trout swimming against the current i will get there one day i hope
online today!
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMay 5, 2013
please...make the text a little darker.....I can't read it....
Comments (25)
I believe we poets are dreamers. May all our good dreams come true. Loved your poem darkhorse
I do hope all your dreams come true...
Wonderful poem
Thank you for sharing
Your heart-felt poem bring to mind these couple of lines from Hamlet's famous soliloquy:
To die to sleep: To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub...
There indeed is the rub, a really fine write buddy...
Regards
Bill
Beautiful and dreamy sweet man