Dreamworld
by MYRYN VILLAFLOR
Life’s grandest moments
through flowery fields
and unclimbable dreams
… we measured
Time passed us by
now, offended
by each gray strand
…we reminisced
Picture perfect at Mount Kilimanjaro;
at the garden of midnight stars
as smoke rings filled the air
… we conquered
Dreams we do not know are dreams not wasted.
But dreams we shared are dreams foretoken
For, not and never, a sunrise could shut them
… to sleep