AWAITING DREAMERS

Trust is a spoken dream,
Awoken in our passing,
Disguised in the making:
Alive briefly for all to see
As in the flowers first voice.

The second verse sings
Through remembered words
As memory and place meet:
A new awakening, familiar,
As the blossom changes.

Distanced from the reality,
Noisily moving inwards,
The movement becomes
A stepping away from her
Towards a fading dream.

In the seeing of her beauty
The scent of time leaves joy.
In the trust of her truth
The reality of things lives
Patiently awaiting dreamers.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2017) Speak of Love: Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. AWAITING DREAMERS. Page Number 2.