Comments on: A Capella http://hiroboga.com/blog/poems/a-capella/ : Unfold the miracle of your business Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:01:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Heidi http://hiroboga.com/blog/poems/a-capella/comment-page-1/#comment-4583 Heidi Wed, 16 Jun 2010 06:18:29 +0000 http://hiroboga.com/?p=2426#comment-4583 I am a child of my mother’s dreams I wonder what she dreamed of when she was my age I hear the soft whisper of forgotten dreams as they float along the night breeze I see brief glimpses out of the corner of my eye I want to know them better these dream-wraiths to ask them who they would have been I pretend not to notice when my mom enters the room trailing the silent tears of dead and dying dreams I feel the weight of their sorrow tempered by the eternal hope that someday they may be rediscovered reborn I touch them gently for fear of shredding their fragile forms and dispersing them into the ether I worry that someday I too will wander in the haze of forgotten and discarded dreams I cry quietly in the dead of night awakened from a dream too beautiful to speak of I understand my mother’s sadness as she plucks wistfully at the dreams of her youth I say to her “Be brave, be bold, it is not too late!” I dream of a day when she may be surrounded by the glowing warmth of dreams fulfilled I try to believe I am a child of my mother’s dreams
I wonder what she dreamed of
when she was my age
I hear the soft whisper
of forgotten dreams
as they float along the night breeze
I see brief glimpses
out of the corner of my eye
I want to know them better
these dream-wraiths
to ask them who they would have been
I pretend not to notice
when my mom enters the room
trailing the silent tears
of dead and dying dreams
I feel the weight of their sorrow
tempered by the eternal hope that
someday
they may be rediscovered
reborn
I touch them gently
for fear of shredding their fragile forms
and dispersing them into the ether
I worry that someday
I too will wander
in the haze
of forgotten and discarded dreams
I cry quietly in the dead of night
awakened from a dream
too beautiful to speak of
I understand my mother’s sadness
as she plucks wistfully
at the dreams of her youth
I say to her “Be brave,
be bold,
it is not too late!”
I dream of a day
when she may be surrounded
by the glowing warmth
of dreams fulfilled
I try to believe

]]> By: Alisha http://hiroboga.com/blog/poems/a-capella/comment-page-1/#comment-4575 Alisha Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:07:26 +0000 http://hiroboga.com/?p=2426#comment-4575 So beautiful. I'm going to have to print this one out and put it up on my wall. ------ Much like the willows beneath my window, I bend. But I will not break. So beautiful. I’m going to have to print this one out and put it up on my wall.

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Much like the willows
beneath my window, I bend.
But I will not break.

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