Beneath a blue sky we dreamed
Of what was to come,
Our eyes closed
Breath held tight
As lungs ached for a release,
We were terrified of the first step
The longest leap
Or hardest fall,
As we imagined where
We could be-
If the dream could simply be
Brought into existence
By pure though
With no action,
No sweat or push
From our hands,
A journey we were afraid to enter,
Standing off to the side,
Wasting the daylight
Where dreams became reality-
In turn hiding selves
Shielding our ambitions from the sun
Stopping true growth
So that when the moon arose
And we slumbered beneath darkened sky,
Our ever rested mind
Would shuttle us to a place
Where the goals had been reached
And we held the trophy
For a split second
Before the morning’s call
And again we ached
To be someone else
With their work behind them
And the fruits of their labor
Securely at their fingertips.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
Comments (2)
It is nice to be that someone else...you don't realize you are already that person until the energy wanes and many other folks have returned to the earth. Then you have to judge if you slumbered too much, or did you enter the journeys required?
very cool!