Memory Dream

Dreams pass before my eyes;
long ago, yesterday and unseen
That city wildflower
waiting to be noticed
The tarnished penny
trying to shine, eager
to be found
Blank canvas, waiting on the artist
to paint dreams, like an old chinese
philosopher talking silently
I look at them as ancient proverbs,
My one with self, drawing close like the
four elements hold on to force and energy
I'm not fully awake,
and the impact already vivid on mind

I want my place in the sun to come
The spotlight where I shine
Where I am a sunflower
growing, growing, growing
to reach the top of the world
and I ask myself, "when shall it come"

By. Vanessa Ramos