My Dreams
My dreams sail through uncharted waters
looking for a place to land.
A place to become fertile
so I can touch them with my hand.
My dreams are filled with imagery
of what I want my life to be.
If I could only lead them home
my life would be what I want it to be.
30 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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