To Dream
written by: Glynn Sinclare
@chitanclare
I long to dream
Family on an evening walk
Strolling in the twilight
The smell of Petrecore
In the humid evening air
My arm linked in my mother’s.
Arm in arm across the bridge
into town my mother‘s voice,
my silence listening.
O To dream again.
The scent of Flowers in bloom
I see a world at peace
The love of family
Happy days and holy days
Let me dream
To dream is to merge
future memories and past events.
if I cannot dream again,
there is no future
But fading shadows of the past
I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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