watching birds fly on wings <br />made of silver and gold <br />dreaming of things <br />both of new and of old <br />i dream of water <br />that i fall deep into <br />and i hear it shatter <br />from one piece to two <br />i dream of a friend <br />trustworthy and true <br />he doesn't pretend <br />he won't make me blue. <br />i wish for tomorrow <br />when light shines in beams <br />and i won't have to borrow <br />strength from my dreams. <br /> <br />(2006)<br /><br />Rafe Chanteloup<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strength-44/
