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Walter Poe
Senior Member

since 1999-10-13

Posts 787

0 posted 2003-01-27 07:28 AM

My body wrenchs from sleep
my eyes opened to new morn
a kiss from new sunbeams
lovingly replace the nights scorn

I sit gently into the new day
and hug myself "good morning"
I am myself again at home
I am loved and I love

My memories slowly return
filling the void of dreams
My life fills me yet again
till i am again what i seem

My nightmares return
I am truely alone
I am not love do not love
the sun never shone

My memories are mine again
death, death and loneliness
make me once again whole
once again merely pieces

I yearn to return
to the void of the night
to the abyss of forgetfulness
to where im beyond sight

But i must rise
for the monster must be fed
life must move on
It is as they always said

Take a good look at my face
Well, don't my smile look out of place
look a little closer its easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

[This message has been edited by Walter Poe (01-27-2003 12:26 PM).]

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2003-01-27 09:03 AM

I do know how this feels...it's better to dream sometimes than to wake up

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

2 posted 2003-01-27 10:38 AM

My body wrenchs from sleep
my eyes opened to new morn
a kiss from new sunbeams
lovely replaced the nights scorn

I sit gently into the new day
and hug myself "good morning"
I am myself again at home
I am loved and I love

My memories slowly return
filling the void of dreams
My life fills me yet again
till i am again what i seem

My nightmares return
I am truely alone
I am not love do not love
the sun never shone

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you know what they say my friend...
"tis darkest before the dawn"
and yet...I know you fear not the night.
An achingly beautiful write poet Paul,
as always, your rhymes move me.
jm

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
We fell them down and turn them into paper that
we may record our emptiness.

K.G.

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

3 posted 2003-01-27 10:45 AM

Walter,
Well done, enjoyed.

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