Only To Dream

by ianblackpoet

The sun is but a flame,
A spark of burning life.
A candle of the sky
And herald of the dawn.
A lake is but a pool.
A valley of water.
A mist that never was.
A rain that soon will be.
Wealth is but a notion,
A silken robe of dust.
A golden trail of fools
And perfume on a rose.
To dream is something more,
A wisdom of your soul.
A place of manic truth.
To dream is to be free.