Dreams In My Hand

When I was young
and the universe sung
past the stars and the moon
in the sky gently hung

I could stretch past the edges
balance freely on ledges
felt the life force within me
honored all of my pledges

Now as I get older
things seem a bit colder
the universe smaller
Those younger seem bolder

the outside world shrinking
but never my thinking
my internal world growing
though outside is sinking

The ground where I stand
may be sinking sand
but my heart flies in clouds
I hold dreams in my hand



Image credit: Diego Arrigoni

6 thoughts on “Dreams In My Hand

    1. Dee Post author

      thank you so much – I don’t know about wiser…I hope so. Mostly I think I exchange one foolishness for another 🙂

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