The other morning I read the quote below by Khalil Gibran.
“ For thoughts is a bird of space,
that in cage of words may indeed unfold its wings
but cannot fly.”
This brought me up abruptly, I had dreamt that my words might
help someone fly. Just as I know how often I read and feel my
spirit lighten and with a deep breath – fly. Above daily worries or
So I debated gently with Khalil Gibran and put forth that whilst
reading the words became thoughts again and could fly.
Well, the verdict is out but I do so hope I am right. You who take
time to read this today are invited to be the judges.
Meanwhile I give you a little poem below.
DREAM OF LOVE
With beautiful words you drew me in,
my heart thawed, buds opened,
to promises of rain drops, gentle and kind;
Of love and shelter from storms,
Wows to always be there, to love.
Light candles in the dark of the night,
Hold me when fears shook
petals that now dared bloom.
Alluring they are, these dreams;
Do they stand the test of time?
Beautiful words in the wind;
no foundation was built.
I now know, I would rather hold a hand
as I climb a stile,
a hand warm and firm,
a smile as we follow the path,
through woodlands, past lakes,
stopping in awe of hills afar.
So, don’t promise me the moon and the stars,
Just let me rest in your heart;
with your hand firmly holding mine,
your eyes and smile be the stars.
© miriam ivarson