What dreams may come
What cosmos reflected
What masks may change
What seasons collected
We dance our love
We follow our vector
We flit our days
We gather our nectar
What dreams may come
What enchanted childness
What far horizon
What enraptured wildness
We roam our plains
We take our life chances
We fix our gaze
We make our bold stances
What dreams may come
What earth-rooted treasures
What friends we make
What sky-varied pleasures
We find our pond
We quench our deep longing
We weave our spell
We let our bright song sing
Wayne Visser © 2011
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
