The window bore a starry sky.
A steadfast horizon of hope;
An everlasting object of my heart.
I'll write my dreams upon it
Amongst the dancing fluorescent winds.
And when the time comes,
To part moon and sun,
I'll stand proudly by,
As my creations fade
Unto the eternities of tomorrow.
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Author:
Matthew J. Bays (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this whilst in my friend's car. We were just driving back from a concert and I'd been daydreaming about something. When he asked me what I was thinking about, I could only reply with: "I can't remember." So here's to all the forgotten thoughts of the world, and to all that are yet to come.
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Comments5
I like this write, i often wonder in those day dream moments are they really forgotten, or have we banked them as seeds that appear down line as a bit more than a day dream, enjoyed the read
Good write M.
Like many great works they have many meanings to different people and so does this one. A vague enough canvass to paint my own pictures over this already painted image. This could refer to yet unborn creations of posterity or a legacy of one's work. It is lovely enough to deserve a fave in my book.
Great write, for me.
Your words and fine imagery allowed my mind to drift. Lovely.
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