their silky webs.
Soft and tangly
webby and sticky
Dreams that drone like flies
buzz in your head
make you cry;
on a lazy summer afternoon
Dreams like blue bottles
smashed against the shores of conciousness
their bellies full of juices
lost forever
Dreams like noisy children
sitting, standing laughing on the bus
Dreams like soapy bubbles of the dishwasher
Dreams which are loud
some which are quite
like the gentle breadth of a sleeping child
When we steel someones dreams
we rob him of his all
He is alone now
Left with wide vacant eyes,
no hope no dreams
Nothing-----
This poem was inspired by a quote I had read by Carrol Spinney (big bird)
The most important lesson I've learnt is that first you have to dream, and than you have to believe in your dreams; that is the only way for them to come true. There will be set backs and disappointments, but do not let them deter you from your plans, your beliefs, your dreams. Dare to dream if you don't your dreams will never come to be. Imagine your world the way you want it to be, than try to make it that way. That is what big bird teaches on sesame street, and that's what I've learnt from playing him. Dream on -----
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