Freedom
How amazing is it that our minds have the power to create from a thought. We can consciously chose to imagine ourselves on the highest mountain or in the deepest depths underground. We are what we think! Then in the vestiges of the dream world such imaginings continue, often exceeding anything our conscious mind could conjure. My nightmares and dreams have so often brought a richness and clarity to my life once tethered into the realms of the waking state. Freedom The dragons and, the unicorns fly Within the recesses, of the sky They arc and swoop, and dip and dive To plumb great depths, and reach new highs As mystical as they may seem Is freedom found within a dream © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #20 12.9.16 If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedba...