Dreams of May

 

I close my eyes and dream away,

Of another time, another day,

A summer morn in the month of May.

I hear the laugh of jocund friends,

I yearn to speak and to join in,

The heart conjures visions that

I wish I was; that I wish I am.

I yearn to give my heart a chance,

To delight in the light of day,

But what if this dream is not for me?

What happens if I stumble and sway?

The bitter advice comes flooding in.

Red cautions against the masses:

Warnings of their blathering mouths,

And how they can burn me to ashes.

I open my eyes and smile again,

I listen and nod, though all in vain,

Longing to agree, my heart restrained,

For fear and mind - both still reign!

So instead, I sigh and say,

"Another time, another day - On

A summer morn in the month of May."

Theresa. V

This poem has been in the making for a few days now. It started off as something completely different and ended up as this - a sort of sneak-peek into my mind. I was surprised when I realized that this was something my mind was pondering on and this was a lesson for me. I hope you all have a chance to listen to your mind this month - you might be surprised at what's in there!

Also, I've been MIA for a good month now - due to exams and college work. I hope to be back as soon as finals are done! Hope you have a wonderful season of summer!

❤Tess