Dreams <br />are passions untamed and free <br />in the closing hours of every day; <br />by looking at the threshold at bar <br />means nothing for the searcher's prey. <br />But, <br />It seems as though a delight <br />For certain looks abound beyond flight, <br />Naught by the own whims and desires <br />And within hurdles, it braves wide. <br />No wonder, no pain, nor fame <br />To fade and hide! <br /> <br />Love <br />Is a desire in passion, chained and freed <br />In the closing days of every hour; <br />By waiting at the crest and threshold <br />Means everything for lover's delight. <br />But, <br />It deems as though a mantle <br />For certain looks, wild and free! <br />Naught to the whims nor caprices <br />And within bundles, it thrives wide. <br />Not easy nor vainful, of felt in chide and hide! <br /> <br />Feelings <br />Are expressed by actions <br />In the tremulous days of every dream; <br />Closer to hold, near to reach but far <br />By the fate of a material world. <br />But, <br />It would pin the foe, win their delight <br />At the garden of love's rendezvous; <br />No matter what the spectators told anew <br />To the bards and the desert crow. <br />For actions spoken hard far more but few!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-love-and-feeling/
