Photo from NASA/Bill Dunford

In the morning,
stars still bright,
I open the doors to let the cool air in,
and let my dreams flow out.

There was a time, a yesterday,
we gathered sticks,
made a town among the trees in the park,
dug out out lakes,
crafted boats of bark with leaves for sails,
scratched out canals and set them out upon voyages of discovery.

Simple dreams, built so easily
until afternoon shadows called us home.
Today it seems so much more than long ago
Once you wake, there’s no going back.

I woke early today
leaving dreams to see the comet,
I thought how 6,000 years ago,
when we last crossed paths,
some other I looked up and wondered
At this visitor trailing fire across the midnight sky.

So we cast off our dreams
leaving them to follow us,
bright reminders of all we might yet be.

Pamela Simmonds in her poem Solace sent me Dreams as a prompt which gave rise to the poem here. Keep the Never-ending Poem going.

The challenge began with Martin Rushton. The challenge is to keep this going as long as possible. Write a poetic response using the prompt below, tag ten poets, add a new prompt, link this poem in, tag me and publish.

I am continuing this challenge by tagging ten writers to write a poem using the prompt below.

Josie Kirkwood, Al Wise, missreneeonlife, C. Alexander, Estacious(Charles White), Alessio Mauro, Amanda Eagleson, KM Sharp, Keyana McGhee, Suzanne Marie Punch, aka "Zaina Starr, Evans Kyritsis, Erika Burkhalter

Post your poem anywhere on Medium using my prompt — — Horizon

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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