Walking alone on the moors
With the wind in a word of wonder
Why?
What dreams are these that hang in the air like clouds?
Broken up by a few rays of sunlight
Shining through rain drops
Making a rainbow
Gripping a hand
Pulling on fingers
Dancing in palms
Outstretched to the blooming sky
Above the trees
Through the air
On rocks
Hard
As rain falling on spring flowers
A damp day
Inside a cave
Looking out on heaven
Below me
Michael Wride
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-dreams-are-these/
