Winter Snow II 006

Are dreams merely watercolors lingering in the back

of our minds? Or are they more of a vision from heaven

waiting to be born, waiting for us to stand up and fight,

for what we believe? Some say you can have, or be whatever

you want, but telling that to the poor would be cruel.

The sick know better, that dreams get us through the fire

they speak to our hearts that we can live

like an acrylic painting lasting, standing out

with bright colors and always knowing

who we are, more real than water.

Living and breathing

the beauty.




Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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