SEEDS OF GROWTH by Pam

A GIFT OF DREAMS



A GIFT OF DREAMS

To thee I send such dreams foretold
As quilled by all the Bards of old
Inscribed upon a parchment bed
With pen and ink horn to be read

Where seeds of similes were born
Like skies of tears from eyes forlorn
Or metaphors that churn to butter
Within the words that I might utter.

To thee I send such dreams foretold
As quilled by all the Bards of old
For Love in perfect beauty penned
Was said, and said once more again

While I have only dreams to send
And send once more again, again.

ŠPam Barletta 2013





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