stars
stars are falling softly
small specks of white, like snow
they are the lost dreams of ones who once were great dreamers, but are now gone
they are the dust of the sky, just as dreams are the dust of the mind
a lost star is one of the most confused of dreams
it is dreamt up by someone with no clear enthusiasm
but a found star
shining brightly
is the dream of a yearning soul filled with passion
it is a soul
filled with fire
YOU ARE READING
of stars and lost dreams
Poesíajust a simple, small book of bits of poetry, small things I've written over time
