Silky smooth and perfectly curved,
One by one they break free.
Tumbling, fluttering, floating silently into place.
A wish, a dream, unanswered and unspoken.
Precious, delicate, utterly remarkable in their natural imperfections.
That's funny that you each pulled that image from this. The poem was originally written about having dreams, wishes in life and how they vary among different people. The idea that someone's dream could be small in comparison but it doesn't diminish the effect. Its still a dream and beautiful because of what it simply is.