Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 13, 2014

‘Dreams’~by Mary Cecil




From the mighty olympian heights,

To the foothills of my heart

Who danced with joy,

In my youthful days

With notes that linger,

That sweet refrain

From the echoes inthe dawn,

To the quiet of the night

When dreams died did I surrender,

Or shall I again

Weave a different dream,

To those high summits

To swoop and fly and soar,

With memories uplifting

Each past moment guiding,

My new day born


Mary Cecil

Rathlin island

Northern Ireland

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