I wait and watch for falling stars,
in the liquid still of night.
To wish upon them one by one,
as they streak and fade from sight.
Bits of heavenly, alien dust,
they carry my hopes and dreams.
And I wish upon them one by one,
as childish as that seems.
Fate can change the stars, it’s said,
in the blink of a cosmic eye.
And I wonder about my destiny,
as they shoot across the sky…
The past is but a memory,
the future stays untold.
But if I can wish upon a star,
then my soul shall not grow old.
~ C.L.R. ~
Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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Oh my, your soul will never be old.
Love poem. Well written. Pleasant reading. Thank you! 🙂
🙂 Thanks, Jamie. I feel like an old soul, but I’m glad you liked the piece.
Excellent poetry this.
I like the sci fi / space theme in this
Thank you, Art. 🙂 I’m definitely a fan of both Sci-Fi and space!
🙂 Aw, thanks much, Jamie.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww…. delightful! you know, it’s being able to dream and see the differences. to have imagination is to have forever in your grasp.
and i’ve been working on a theory tying imagination and abilities for maintaining humanitarian attitudes. could read-into your write with what’s on my mind, which means you hit the nail on the head form-wise, too. which hard to do, in a rhymed presentation.
Thanks, E. Okay, now I’m really curious about your theory! So true about having everything if you have an imagination! 🙂
going to take a few more weeks to iron out the edges of the theory … more like a hypothesis at this point. but am thinking that with the advent of TV, and less MEN more than anything else, not reading. with reading in our culture considered an “unmanly” thing to do … and how stories and fictional presentations develop the imagination.
if you can’t imagine — if you can’t put yourself INTO another person’s shoes — how much chance is there of any true humanity? so the ability to imagine, the key influences of literature itself, in abolishing so many practices in our history of man’s inhumanity to man: are we going to see those practices re-establish themselves? as keenly damaging as when 90% of the populace was illiterate?
sort of where am going on that ……. but the jury is still out on how much or what “kind” of imagination is possible with “television-based-stories.” but do believe there is most definitely a causal effect between imagination and capacities for empathy. in other words, want someone who understands or “gets” you? find somebody who likes to read. there aren’t many men out there that like to read or bother to read anymore. but that’s where i think we’re seeing greater discrepancies and greater distances between those who empathize or “imagine” themselves in another’s plight … and those who can’t. not “won’t” … CAN’T. they simply don’t have the ability. perhaps even a matter of you don’t use it, you lose it.
imagination is the one muscle we can’t afford to let get flabby.
because you wish upon a star — not to get your dream or desires — but to maintain the hope that others may see their own come true. and that’s the difference between beauty, and despair. (don’t be startled when you see me blog this! want to keep a record of it on my own sight, as a springboard for any final conclusions, blah blah blah.)
I love the surprise of your last couplet!
🙂 Thank you!
you outdo yourself here..
Aw, such kind words, Jingle. 🙂 Thank you.
Beautiful! I still wish upon the first star I see in the night sky. Can’t hurt, right?
Thanks, lolamouse! You know, I do that, too (the first star thing) and nope, can’t hurt a bit! 🙂 Thanks for coming by!
Oh you and your silly self Corina! Your soul is fantastically young and admired by more than yours truly! I wanted to say thanks for following my works and your eagle eye for detail. After the weekend I had, I needed to tell you it. Thanks for sharing with us!
Me, silly? 😛 Lol…thanks for the compliment! I know what you mean about having one helluva weekend, and sometimes the littlest pieces of admiration can make a world of difference. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by!
Aww.. this is such a lovely poem, and so beautiful a thought!!!
Those little gems in the sky will never cease to fascinate me…
Love your imagery here!!!
Thanks, Kavita. 🙂 I love star gazing! Now I just need to remember all the constellations…
Wonderfully wished ! May it come true 🙂
Thanks so much, nimue! I sure hope so! 🙂
“in the liquid still of night”
the stars will sit by you,
the moonlight will whisper
will show the beauty of your
words and your soul…
Loved this one! Very dreamy!
Thanks, Blaga! “You may say I’m a dreamer…but I’m not the only one…” 😉
Big dreamer here is happy to share a common club with you 🙂
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Absolutely loved this poem!
This part really was wondrous;
“The past is but a memory,
the future stays untold.
But if I can wish upon a star,
then my soul shall not grow old.”
Thanks, you made my Friday. 🙂
😀 I’m so pleased you liked it! And I’m always happy to make someone’s day (or night) brighter.