Dream With Me

Let Me Dream, M. Mair, original art

Let Me Dream, Margaret Mair, original art

Come dream with me
Of an end to dark days
When the wind will not burst
Howling through our walls
And the earth will not run
Oozing and unsteady
Beneath our frightened feet
Traveling with our swollen rivers
To meet the raging sea,
When sideways driven sheets of rain
Will not drench and drown
What remains of
Our sodden homes.
Dream with me
Of many hands reaching out
To lift the jagged slabs
Of fallen walls that destroyed
What they once sheltered;
Of strong muscles lent to aid in
The long, hard rebuilding;
Of compassionate ears listening
To woeful tales
And wistful, lonely dreams;
Of kind help generously given
To those rendered bereft
By the fury of the storm
They could not turn away.
Come dream with me
And then let us, together,
Turn those dreams to waking.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

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7 responses to “Dream With Me

  1. As always, I love the art and the poem. Unfortunately, I never dream while I’m asleep, so I’d have to be on your boat to dream awake with you.

  2. Painful, powerful, breathtaking poem, Margaret. And what a gorgeous painting.

  3. Inese Poga Art plus Life

    Dreaming can be more vivid than the real life sometimes. Great picture and poem!

  4. Beautiful poem – vivid images of destruction and ultimately hope.

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