[gigya src=”https://d15mj6e6qmt1na.cloudfront.net/cdn/embed_player.swf” style=”background-color:transparent; display:block; max-width: 700px;” flashvars=”image_option=small&imgURL=&link_color=%2358d1eb&mp3Author=omaniblog&mp3Duration=109806.0&mp3LinkURL=https%3A%2F%2Faudioboom.com%2Fboos%2F4793746-new-poem-dreams-by-paul-o-mahony&mp3Time=04.42pm+07+Jul+2016&mp3Title=New+poem+%22Dreams%22+by+Paul+O%27Mahony&mp3URL=https%3A%2F%2Faudioboom.com%2Fboos%2F4793746-new-poem-dreams-by-paul-o-mahony.mp3%3Fsource%3Dwordpress&player_theme=light&rootID=boo_player_1&show_title=true&waveimgURL=https%3A%2F%2Fd15mj6e6qmt1na.cloudfront.net%2Fi%2Fw%2F5789486″ width=”100%” height=”150″ allowFullScreen=”true” wmode=”transparent”]
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.

