Poem: Dreamers



A young homeless couple
living below the poverty line,
among the sirens of despair

Dream of stepping lightly,
waltzing on the cliff of hope,
high in the rich hills of midnight

Moving to the rhythm of the universe,
to the song in their hearts
to a light show down below

Slowly, in their own time,
giving each other their hands,ย 
they find their desires

Discover themselves, their passion
in the City of Angels, dancing
like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

9 thoughts on “Poem: Dreamers

  1. I think you captured a moment that we all, deep down, could happen in the lives of these people. The cynic in me says it doesn’t, but he romantic in me says it does.
    Interesting choice of narrative viewpoint/perspective. I would challenge you to write this poem from their perspective, giving them a bit of internal voice–because I do think you’ve captured them well.
    When I say challenge, it is more of a thought than an actual challenge.
    I enjoyed the piece.

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