Does The World Stop When I'm Dreaming?

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Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

0 posted 2006-03-28 10:12 PM

Does The World Stop When I’m Dreaming?
By: Noah Eaton
3/28/06
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Saying you’re beautiful…

…is meiotic…
.
…afterglow of your caprice,
feathers in all that is melodic…
.
.
…they say for dreamers,
night’s the only time of day,
.
…does the world stop when I’m dreaming,
of you?
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My heart flutter kicks…

…double quick…
.
…the instant I feel your reflection’s,
conjuring trick…
.
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…nose-diving,
straight through the abyss,
of your halcyon smile…
.
.
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I feel hopelessly all over you,
I get all tangled up in my blanket,
envisioning it’s you that I’m attached to,
young, restless, closely knit,
it’s always worth poisoning my sleep,
just so I can sample your ambrosia,
it makes me toss and turn, but to you I assure,
it’s you that makes me believe endlessly…
.
.
Iridescent cocoons…
.
…incubate to your interpretive bounce…
.
.
…stained glass butterflies,
ricochet from the jet stream,
of your earthly breath…
.
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…they tide me over,
with firefly flickers,
that keep me warm,
make me holistic…
.
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In the wink of an eye I get dizzy,
my veins get tizzy, my life-blood gets fizzy,
I’m dying to sleep just to dream her,
where I hear her most sacred secrets purr,
AND LOVESICKNESS CONSUMES ME LIKE SOME PNEUMONIA,
TIP-TOEING ACROSS HER DREAMSCAPE OF BEGONIAS,
AND WHEN I DREAM, I FEEL IT’S BEYOND JUST LOVE,
IT MUST BE THE KIND OF THING THAT MAKES ANGELS WEEP,
SIMPLY THINKING OF...
.
.
.
.
.
I feel hopelessly all over you,
I get all tangled up in my blanket,
envisioning it’s you that I’m attached to,
young, restless, closely knit,
it’s always worth poisoning my sleep,
just so I can sample your ambrosia,
it makes me toss and turn, but to you I assure,
it’s you that makes me believe endlessly.
.
I FEEL HOPELESSLY ALL OVER YOU,
I get all tangled up in my blanket,
envisioning it’s you that I’m attached to,
young, restless, closely knit,
IT’S ALWAYS WORTH POISONING MY SLEEP,
just so I can sample your ambrosia,
it makes me toss and turn, but to you I assure,
it’s you that makes me believe…
.
.
endlessly…
.
.
.
.
.
Saying you’re beautiful…

…is meiotic…
.
…afterglow of your caprice,
feathers in all that is melodic…
.
.
…they say for dreamers,
night’s the only time of day,
.
…does the world stop when I’m dreaming,
of you?
.
.
.

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

skyshine

Member Elite

since 2002-02-07

Posts 3058
Beneath the northern stars

1 posted 2006-03-28 10:19 PM

This is a beautiful love song, Noah! Maybe it does stop...

~sky

I hope someday you get the chance to live like you were dying....
~Tim McGraw

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2006-03-28 11:38 PM

Nice...James

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2006-03-29 12:58 PM

"does the world stop when I’m dreaming,
of you?"

~ No, my friend. It just feels as though it does!

Love is springing from your fount of youth, Dear Angel Boy!

Your poems of longing for love are so fresh and sweet.

She's getting closer!

EA

bubblesleave
Member

since 2006-03-04

Posts 197
Bloomington, IN

4 posted 2006-03-29 01:07 AM

As a matter of fact,

Yes, it does stop. No matter what they tell you, my dear, it does stop!

No one else is aware though.

So you will never be able to convince them of the truth.

Hugs,
Bubbles

Kathy
Member

since 2006-02-10

Posts 153

5 posted 2006-03-29 01:55 AM

Please don't listen to Bubbles....even though, she may be right.

Personally, I think it depends on the dream.

Thanks for the write...I enjoyed the dose!

Hugs,
Kathy

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

6 posted 2006-03-29 02:01 AM

"…they say for dreamers,
night’s the only time of day,
.
…does the world stop when I’m dreaming,
of you?"

Noah, my friend, this dreamer loves the night, too.
Good to see you, Sweetie.
Bye for now,

Huggies,
Ethel

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