Open Poetry #42 |
dreaming of nightmares |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
We walked by the light Hand in hand by the stream Alone here in my dreams Outside my mind cold resides Lonely tunes play on my soundtrack to a forshortened life Where is life truer Here or out there In that 'real' world Then it all burns The river becomes fire The sky becomes ice Once again i am alone My own conciousness intervenes Reality reasserts itself Tommorrow night will come i know The same dream brought once again on the back of my tears. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A very poignant write, Paul. May your nightmares give way to quiet serene acceptance. |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
sad. very good poem. |
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