Two poems by J. Arlington Dottin, someone we met in Oistins, Barbados...

 

Dreams

In fortune, in time the dreams do come
And then it is such that the race it must be run
And then it is something that nobody knows
And then it is something which life seldom shows.

For we live in a world where the living would hold
The keys to a mystery as life would unfold
And then there's something which comes in the night
To clasp all the thunders and make it a right.

A dream is something which happens just-so
And nobody knows how it feels or where it goes
But the world is made up of the dreamers who 'do'
And builds its foundation on the dreams which come true.
© 1997   J. Arlington Dottin

 

He Who Writes

He who writes his Love upon the world
Must shine it such that
Every boy and girl
Should see compassion
Living in the words
Which rise the feelings
Beyond the highest Birds.

He who writes his Love
Upon the Hearts of
Those who fly
Must very often have
To watch them make
His feelings die
And for the many times
Which he should
With them share his soul
He needs the Love of God
Or else he's quickly growing old.

He who writes compassion
To a world which knows no love
Must write with understanding
Which only comes from up above
And very often He must understand
Though others try to make Him Think he's stupid
And make him want to die.

He who writes to show the world - A way
Must write for Heaven's children
And write for everyday
To help a world to understand
The truth so born of love
It could only have been sent
From Heaven up above.
The Fusion of Love   © 1996   J. Arlington Dottin