Poem:
I sit through the harsh winter
Huddling around the fire
Waiting to feel the warmth
Of summer so far away
I close my eyes and paint a picture in my mind
the hot sand underneath my bare feet
The sound of the gulls crying out and the light that is peaking through my tightly shut eyelids
I feel the slight warm breeze on my long hair
I hear the waves crash
I want to open me eyes, to see the sunset I imagine
the merging colors of a setting day
I want to take a peak, but something pulls me back
I ponder on what it might be, what is telling me not to open my eyes to see this wonderful place
Finally I break free of that thing that is gripping me back and open my eyes.
I gasp as a see a glimpse of what I imagine, then I fall
Feeling the cold ice under my head I open my eyes for a second time
there is my fire, there is the miles and miles of ice and snow
Dream....
I sit through the harsh winter
Huddling around the fire
Waiting to feel the warmth
Of summer so far away
I close my eyes and paint a picture in my mind
the hot sand underneath my bare feet
The sound of the gulls crying out and the light that is peaking through my tightly shut eyelids
I feel the slight warm breeze on my long hair
I hear the waves crash
I want to open me eyes, to see the sunset I imagine
the merging colors of a setting day
I want to take a peak, but something pulls me back
I ponder on what it might be, what is telling me not to open my eyes to see this wonderful place
Finally I break free of that thing that is gripping me back and open my eyes.
I gasp as a see a glimpse of what I imagine, then I fall
Feeling the cold ice under my head I open my eyes for a second time
there is my fire, there is the miles and miles of ice and snow
Dream....
