Tuesday, October 13, 2009

It's the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen,
that it must happen
that time will open
that the heart will open
that doors will open
that the rockface will open
that spring will gush
that the dream will open,
that one morning we will glide into
some little harbor we didn't know was there.
Olav H. Hauge

1 comment:

Trée said...

I read this and sigh. This poem has been in my heart for more than a quarter century and I am amazed to read it here for the first time.