My dreams floating by like the wind often changes, <br />Moving in patterns through all space and time, <br />Winding their way over hilltops and mountains, <br />Sharing their sounds they are lost in a rhyme. <br />Into the clouds that are forming so quickly, <br />And hiding their hope as the sun disappears. <br /> <br />My life passing by like the season that's changing, <br />From glowing summer and into the fall, <br />The air getting cooler and leaves are now blowing, <br />Amidst the still silence I hear a far call. <br />The voice of an angel as light is descending, <br />Who tells me to wait for my happiness nears. <br /> <br />The promise I have lifts my heart to its wonder, <br />The sun now is shining as clouds move away, <br />The future is brighter I'll follow the rainbow, <br />Forger all my worries and live for this day. <br />The flowers are blooming and songbirds are singing, <br />The joy of the spring as the morning sky clears. <br /> <br />The circles of life always constantly changing, <br />Moving from sadness to joy and then pain, <br />Passing emotions through laughter and heartache, <br />When reaching the end it just starts once again. <br />I know I have got to just keep on believing, <br />And cling to the hope that it will dry my tears.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circles-11/
