Poets Dreams

Pray dream of wondrous places where inspiration grows on trees And jangles ever more in a soft warm scented breeze Where all of us that ever paused long enough to write Will find some inspiration accosts us in the night When dreams portray through swirling mists The true passions of a lovers kiss And so can bring more than prose to those Who strain to see up on their tip toes The wonders of a new bloomed rose That's growing there behind the wall We couldn’t climb when we were small... Sweet dreams I sanction for all who scribe Those who create must never be denied A vision from whence they cast new scenes Painted in rhyme from those eery dreams Take sustenance and candles long Behold the words that flow upon The parchment, screen or paper pad With quill or type or pen we're glad To find the steady pass of time Does not our spirits undermine As long as we may ever sit and write For all our days and flicker filled nights… ©Rhumour February 6th 2009