If only my wishes were like flying doves, <br />To then whisper in a morning flight <br />All the dreams I've had during the night. <br />As to give my wish a ground of reality <br />And wind to carry its own immortality. <br />I will wish. I will hope. <br />I will die wrapped in my infantilism rope. <br />To the care of the stars... <br />Night and day. <br />The security of our planetary womb <br />Which brings comfort and dismay. <br />I will die. This is as certain as what I say. <br />My eyes will close into the blackness of infinity. <br />My soul elevating as my body stays.<br /><br />Erica Borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreamer-32/
