Tuesday, March 17, 2009 @ 10:59 PM
A Poem...
This is for a friend J whom I know will understand what I've written in this poem of mine:You are all the things I want you to be
All my hopes and dreams,
The sun in my storm
The rice in my fields
You are all the things you are, made of fantasy
The fire in my cold dark nights
The smiles in my darkest of days
The wheat of my bread
The Grass in my Garden
You are all the things you are, made of fantasy
You’re the colours that brighten my black and white life
The wind that cools down my sweating back
The apron on my father’s wife.
The cement that patched up my wall’s crack
You are all the things you are, made of fantasy
But yet, washed away you are like the sands on the beach
The mud on the marbled floor
And the dirt on the soles of my feet
You are all the things I want you to be
My Hopes,
My Dreams,
My Reality…
But yet, You are all the things you are, are made of ONLY Fantasy.
The Poet,
Ezann
17. March. 2009
