Childhood Dreams

And morning glancing glows,
captured in cold clear streams,
in which a child his pebble throws.
One rinkle bravely starts a sea,
so large it is too much it seems.
I find a wondering child in me.

That glance will hold my dreams
causing my eyes to glow.
Still, mornings make life’s streams
and tiny rinkles start a sea,
when I still meet my hopes in row
and find them longing deep in me.

^© Ewoud Willem van Doorn