Beyond the Stream

Beyond the stream, I can behold the sun dancing on the horizon,

Where I walk every morning

I am alone with my thoughts and I carry my dreams in my pocket.

I carry my dreams in my pocket and nobody would ever surmise

How close to my heart and how close to my mind

This plethora of dreams has become.

Beyond the stream, beyond the horizon

Exists a land of my fantasies-

A place where lilacs and marigolds grow plentifully,

When the rain does fall, the raindrops are silver in their hue,

Reflecting the sunlight, as it shines through the mackerel clouds-

Here in this place where rain may fall, while still -sunlight is plentiful but

The air is never humid or stagnant, and

Each and every raindrop possesses a promise that

Those who dwell in this land shall never perish.

Those who dwell in this land shall never perish,

Those in this land shall never know pain or misfortune and

Each and every one of those raindrops which are silver in hue,

Reflecting eternal sunshine, also hold within

An image of peace, amity and unbroken promises-

This image of peace, amity and unbroken promises

Is reflected in each raindrop as would a magical pond in its utmost clarity-

But alas, there exists a granite stone wall

Which has been erected between this land and the forward steps that I take-

To break down this granite stone wall barring me from

Living out these fondest dreams that I carry

Would be my utmost desire, and I weep tears of frustration

Because I cannot find my place in this world here, so vast and so cruel.

Beyond the stream and beyond my tears I know exists

The dreams I carry inside of my pocket every single moment of every day.

I continue my journey searching for a way out of my demise, and as

My tears are like those raindrops silver in their hue-

I can see these dreams inside the reflection of that majestic land beyond the stream,

Beyond the horizon and I dream and dream on as if I were really there- This being

A land of unbroken promises I- know that my dreams shall come true someday-so

To these dreams- I shall hold inside my pocket, close to my heart, for always.

Claudia Krizay