Open Poetry #46 |
Dreaming Again |
Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
I woke this morning to birds Speaking my name In a mood I can’t quite describe Yet borders on shame All there was and All there will ever be In the most peaceful quiet These things come to me Light slowly creeping Birds softly speaking My name, over and over Like a repetitive chant My mind plays tricks Like some twisted sycophant Out of the darkness peers The solar eye Parting the gloom Of the night-time sky From its sight there Is no escape For its sacrifice there’s No time to waste What a picture painted Here in my private world At peace with myself And holding on to that girl Wishing it to never end, Must be dreaming again |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
makes ya wanna go right back to bed huh? |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
At peace with myself And holding on to that girl Wishing it to never end, Must be dreaming again To be at peace with oneself is a very satisfying way to be, especially when holding on to a lovely girl. much enjoyed. Lindsay |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I have a private world just like that too |
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