Dream Variation

by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

Poet Seers

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For David...

A Sleep of Dreams

Travelled road ~ rough and worn
I've walked with ease on many morn
Down your path of known delights
I've trodden through on many nights
To sleep a dreamless sleep

My footsteps echo not within
Within the paths where I have been
Oh, how I crave my soul's respite
To dream of life within this night
To sleep a sleep of dreams

Oh, travelled road ~ you're all I've known
But fever deep inside has grown
To walk the walk that others might
And realize a dream tonight
To sleep a sleep of dreams

This trodden path is worn and long
Each day does bring a seasoned song
That's sung till light has turned to night
And dulls the life with no delight
To sleep a dreamless sleep

I see a field of emerald green
No foot has passed ~ nor ever been
Down unseen path toward dawning light
I'll stay until the sweetest night
To sleep my sleep of dreams....

Hazelmarie Elliott

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In my dream, I can conquer it all!

Just Fade Away

Where are you going

my fine young friend
The path that you follow

has come to an end
Your journey continues

but which way to go
So many choices but only you know
The world that we live in moves quickly you see
Make your decisions or just cease to be
For death comes to quickly for those who stand still
So follow your dreams accomplish at will
So many voices will echo the way
And so many listen the words they say
And those that deny will squander the day
And slowly but surely just fade away
Where are you going my fine young friend
The honor of ages are left to defend
A trendy yet subtle approach to the day
And when you speak they will hear what you say
For age does not maturity make
The wisdom of years have all been a fake
For wisdom won’t come with the number of years
But how will you stop and open your ears
So many voices will echo the way
And so many listen the words that they say
And those that deny will squander the day
And slowly but surely just fade away
So where are you going my fine young friend

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