Saturday, 1 March 2025

The poets dream

Dreams are simply dreams 
When the eyes open up before the break of dawn,
I pray to God endlessly through the eyes that are simply worn.

I pray for a great life
But know I shall see it in the end,
Others will judge
But that’s none of my business to comprehend.

Time on your hands?
Thinking of the ‘next’ best thing,
Allowing others to get on with it, as long it’s not harm they bring.

Dream the dream
But dreams can become real,
How? Because the Father in Heaven is the ultimate deal.

Jason 
1st March 2025

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