The Winds of Wonder

My little precious dreams

I have collected all my little precious dreams

And put them in a silver bowl with gold rim;

From the sky started looking into it the stars,

Musing, if love could have beauty’s ornaments;

But swiftly my silver bowl with gold rim acclaimed,

These can be there only with the joy and truth;

That is why the dreams are not just faery things,

There is the flame of real intensity holding them.      

21 November 2024