"pillay" poems
I am a dreamer,
riding on storm clouds.
Dancing with lightning and
drifting through snow falls.
I am a dreamer,
to the wide open spaces.
Shouting from cliff tops and
swimming in rivers.
I am a dreamer,
of undulating tree lines.
Swooping through valleys,
of ancient oak forests.
I am a dreamer,
a seeker of silences.
Whispering soft words,
to the wandering waters.
I am a dreamer,
I wake with the night song,
leaving behind the,
illusions of day time.
And you are the dream,
in the deepest of currents.
Pulling me on and
pulling me forth.
Maybe some day,
we shall meet, we shall mingle.
The dream coming home,
to rest in me.
© Previn Pillay,
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC