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MrHat
Junior Member

since 2000-04-15

Posts 34
Gilroy, Ca

0 posted 2000-04-25 03:00 AM

I close my eyes and picture you
I open them and you are there
You walk up and hold my hand
You whisper in my ear
We walk and talk all through the night
With morning far out of sight
But then I wake to realize
That this awesome time with you
Was only a great dream

Yu Lan
Senior Member

since 2000-04-13

Posts 1462
New Zealand

1 posted 2000-04-25 03:58 AM

woops.. sorry, posted twice.. see below. ^_^

[This message has been edited by Yu Lan (edited 04-25-2000).]

Yu Lan
Senior Member

since 2000-04-13

Posts 1462
New Zealand

2 posted 2000-04-25 03:58 AM

mmm.. nice dream.. hehe

I like the way you have written this, Mr Hat.. it's short, to the point, and beautifully said. ^_^

well done... welcome to passions ^_^

Lynne

angel6917
Member

since 2000-01-14

Posts 478
WI

3 posted 2000-04-25 10:40 AM

I like this one, Mr.Hat.
Keep up the good work, and welcome to Passions.
~Kristi Lynn

MrHat
Junior Member

since 2000-04-15

Posts 34
Gilroy, Ca

4 posted 2000-04-25 03:40 PM

Thank you. I am glad you guys enjoy my poems. I will try to post more.

"DO NO GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men and their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught the sun in flight,
And learn too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

son of man
Member

since 2000-04-25

Posts 125

5 posted 2000-04-26 06:04 PM

simple yet honest. i enjoyed reading this work.dreams can be utterly indescrible sometimes, can't they?

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