Sometimes wishes
are washed up onshore
gathering sand and dust
among the tides

Purity echoes
aloud in my sleep
dreaming of oceans
lying beneath

Surreal images
placate my soul
beckoning my freedom
chimes fall inside my head
while chuckling occurs instead

Very nice. Simple and sweet and all the better for it. :)

Ditto. There is a fun freedom to this poem, hard to articulate exactly. Sometimes I clutch wishes in my hands... Thanks for sharing!

wow...I normally don't go into this forum because it's hard for me to understand writing happy poetry, but this is a good short 'n' sweet spirit-lifting poem...happy and with a good rhythm, too.

Damn, I liked all of this one except the last line. Your slight internal rhyme was very cool in the second stanza, but it just didn't fit in the last lines. I don't know how I would change that line though. *thinks a moment* It just seems out of place.

Good stuff though. I liked your word choices. I think my fav was the middle stanza. Good job.