Dreams I feel - May 29, 2001

Dreams I feel
(c) May 29, 2001

Words are not the writer
The poem can never be
more than just a glimpse
of all the things I see

Each moment passes quickly
new rhyme comes to mind
random flowing thoughts
call from low and high

Never can the wind chime
sing the same sweet tune
The wind is ever changing
Direction always new

If I seem to capture
a picture on my page
it's only an illusion
new history left to age

The verse is not my life
just the dreams I feel
all my thoughts enhanced
which may or not be real

by Ricky D. McKean

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