Merchant of Dreams by Teddy Temple - HTML preview

Windmills Of Your Thoughts

Round like a circle in a spiral,

on an ever apinning reel

like truck wheels down the Mac-adamised roads,

so you count the circles that you find

In the windmills of your thoughts

Thrilling splash

In fragment of a song

Played by whistling pines

And blown in the winds of fortunes

That spin the winds of your thoughts

Stealing a glance into the future

And feeling like you sailing on clouds

As you paddle across the bridges of hope,

and like a bird-build a nest of dreams

In the windmills of your thoughts.

Teddy temple