Smiles | Dreams


A real smile, it’s in the eyes,
It makes you feel like you can touch the sky.
Like snow in July, and the twinkle in your eye,
Your smile makes me feel like I can fly.
And,  I never want to say goodbye.


Sky is the limit, they’re infinite,
They start as seeds, then flowers,
Hope makes them indefinite,
She says they’re flawed,
I say they are real,
And like the stars.
Nothing stops my zeal,
I stop and stare….
I am finally there.
The moment is here;
Years in the making.
No one can jeer.
I am on top of the world.

Post written by Carole Beckhorn



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s