From James Webb Wilson(Jim the Poet)
Vernon, CT U.S.
Where Do Dream Clouds go to Die?
Where do dream clouds go to die
After marching across the sky,
Parading monuments for dreams and daring
To spark ideals and thoughts of caring,
To catch a dreamer’s eye and soul
To spur a dream and make it whole.
Do they fall off the edge of the earth,
Off the precipice of their whimsy and mirth?
One time in passing and then gone
Clipped by the reaper of the celestial lawn,
Falling off the stage one scene at a time
Disappearing without reason or rhyme.
Do they just float and flutter off
Into thin fronds feathery and soft
Off as a mackerel sky in a foreign land
Dissipating the mountain so grand
Breaking down a dream so suddenly dismissed
Passed on, deceased, but by a poet kissed.
© James Webb Wilson(Jim the Poet). 2009.