I have read the poem twice but lately it caught up with me.
Poetry is an endless barrier and with a bottomless pit.
When all that is beautiful has been defined and measured in this world today ,analyzed and audited and controlled and our lives trapped in danger of manuplation it is only art and poetry that will free the soul into new territory of thoughts and visions..
Dream girl is an image which many Poets want to describe.
She lives in all of us.
It is a lively scene, is a theater.
True Love still lives on !
Oko
www.sotokoto.tv
--- On Fri, 1/22/10, Haruna Darbo <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Haruna Darbo <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Dream Girl.....
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Friday, January 22, 2010, 5:09 PM
Suntou, I just got to thinking; this here dream of Galleh's. It could be the musings of an expectant mother who finally gives birth. You see how DaarManso works in mysterious ways??? I mean you asking yours truly for baby news. Galleh may have been telegraphing our Bubacarr's musings. Whaddoyou think? With Galleh you never know what you gonh git!!!
Haruna.
In a message dated 1/22/2010 12:47:48 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, [log in to unmask] writes:
Thanx Suntou for sharing. Galleh risks extreme dreamin'. You know every poet has inner conflicts. Let's just hope he doesn't get any nightmares. This dream ends well. But you never know about dreams that's the thing.
Just kidding Galleh. This Suntou is too nervous for me. If I don't watch the man he'll lead me into a friggin ditch. The Taliban ditch. What baby news???? Oh our friend Bubacarr could give us one soon. Whaddoyou mean who is Bubacarr???
Haruna.
In a message dated 1/22/2010 6:31:53 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, [log in to unmask] writes:
Masoud, read this one and see the feathers...
Have you stop looking Jawula? Any baby news.
www.maafanta.com with Galleh
Dream Girl
In my dreams she was a moon
Shining in the depths of my inner sky
In my dreams she was a star
Twinkling brightly in my heart
In my dreams she was a butterfly
Fluttering gaily in my inner garden
In my dreams she was a stream
Running gently through my veins
In my dreams she was the ocean
Washing the sands of my inner beach
In my dreams she was a breeze
Gently caressing my dreamy face
In my dreams she was a lovely bird
Singing me lullabies while I slept
When I woke up there she stood
All of these and much besides!
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