Were the Dreams are Coming From

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Open Poetry #39

Were the Dreams are Coming From

themute
Member

since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

0 posted 2006-11-10 10:03 PM

Where are you, a silver-tong babe?
The hours grow shorter while waiting.
I have nothing special to remember;
No vacations from them all,
No conversing by the well lit mire,
Not a single kiss with her,
Not a seconds musing by the fire.
Sitting in a chair, writing, writing,
What poems I will forget the words to
On the morrow, where tears will furrow,
Ne’er to cry and ne’er to borrow
Remembered dream-days formed in hollow,
Soaked in blood and tears and sorrow.

I am the two-toed wanderer

[This message has been edited by themute (11-10-2006 10:47 PM).]

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

1 posted 2006-11-10 10:17 PM

Such a sad ache to this piece Matthew.
Hope you had a good birthday!

Autumn, the year's last loveliest smile~

themute
Member

since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

2 posted 2006-11-10 11:17 PM

I don't know how I feel, life is most strange now a days. Thank you, I'm finally 18, though to some I'm still a child and too some still I am no one.

I am the two-toed wanderer

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