Whte Dreams  

Leaves lie crinkled and brown

Turn their backs on the autumn sun

The birds fly south across the border

And current carries turbulent water

Up above in the celestial sky

Clouds break down and cry

And rain falls on golden leaves

Falling down from tall trees

And when the rain subsides

The fools watch the wise

Gazing into the pool

Where images are focal

And white dreams never die

Never laugh, never cry

 

Fallen dreams lie undiscovered

Like golden leaves under cover

And the rain falls to immobilize

As they watch with blindness in their eyes

In the pool, from the rain

Reflected images remain

The wise their images retain

But the fools dream on in vain

And white dreams never die

Never laugh, never cry

White dreams lie undiscovered

Like fallen leaves under cover

And rain falls to immobilize

As they watch with blindness in their eyes

©  Andrea Coltman