Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Hours before dawn welcomes the day
My dreams of soaring free
Vast vistas of forest and rolling hills
As far as my eyes can see
Riding aloft upon warm whispering winds
Blowing westward they carry me

During the balmy midday calm of my dreams
I am grateful for what they allow
Sometimes seeing you lounging by a shaded stream
From my perch upon an oak bough
Your smile giving comfort to this wandering soul
Far from where my body sleeps now

In evening an eastward wind shall carry me back
To the sleeping body my soul left behind
Yet upon awakening I see that it is early morning
Another dreary grey day, cold and unkind
Attempting to describe this dream in a poetic way
Before it swiftly fades again from my mind

soaring with a dream
how full how complete
and then a memory

Excellently done.

My thanks for your kind words