Paper Boat Of Dreams

Down rain filled gutters

into little streams

I skipped beside

my paper boat

following my dreams

I freed it by the river

under the willow tree

my little boat a quiver

swirled off to the sea

A sea of emotion

was soon to ebb and flow

if it ever made the ocean

I would never know

Twirling through rainwater

rushing down streams

I'm trying hard to stay afloat

on my paper boat

of dreams

 ©Rose

Neon Sunsets

between neon sunsets
and concrete dawns
in a city that never sleeps
we are robbed of our dreams

on a bed of lies
and broken promises
we drift apart
weaving dreams
of another time
but it's all a lie

we drift apart
conceiving dreams
as time ticks over

our emotions
cocooned
in hostile womb
waiting
to be expelled
like afterbirth
and
like frail moths
they too will be drawn

to the lights, the pulse
of the city that never sleeps
dying to live, living to die
between concrete dawns
and neon sunsets
© Rose