A Dream | Fotoula Reynolds
A dream dropped me on a hilltop
As simple as it was beautiful
White clouds tinged with blue
And I wondered – Is this all there is?
Down in the valley where laughter cried
Birds forgot where to fly
And blades of grass swayed
Without fear of being wrong
A dream dropped me on a hilltop
And flung me backward through
To a time when my life
Had bubbled with ideas
Dry and dependant on tears
My eyes just wanted to keep seeing