Dreams
Moses never led his people to the promised land
Magellan never sailed his ships home
Puccini never finished his journey to Turandot
I’ve never reached my daydreams.
I led up to them,
talking and walking
barefoot on moss,
across streams
to the other side.
I reached for them on tippy-toes
never let go.
That’s my trouble
I’m no Michelangelo
and so I watch those daydreams
grow and grow
into memories
– elephants in my room –
wondering what Moses felt
as he watched the people
leave the desert
their daydreams shining.
Maybe it’s a feast to simply daydream
and trek on
until I lose the breath for daydreams
and ‘in that sleep of death‘
dream on.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
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Superb Andrew – I must watch it for a second time & a third too
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Pleasant Street – thank you very much. For me, it’s special whenever someone feels the poem means something to them: in a sense, they own that poem. And for you in particular to say you understand every word – and have it hurting your feelings – that means the poem is good.
You know your poems mean plenty to me, I hope.
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I understand every word of this. I feel it so deeply it hurts
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Paul I really love and feel this poem.
This poem is one of your best!
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Susan – I’m very lucky to have you in my life – and to have your eye on my poems. What you say has me thinking “maybe I’ll include this one in my next book of poems”.
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You most certainly should have this in your book of poems.
And I value our friendship highly.
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Starting a List today – thanks to you Susan
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