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huddersfield
Junior Member

since 2003-12-29

Posts 25
huddersfield, England

0 posted 2004-02-22 12:31 PM

Blind Dreams

Wandering alone in the meadow of life,
With beauty and intrigue
All present and rife.

On the lea to the side
Comes the tambourine sound
Of the river as it matches his stride.

And in the footsteps behind,
From the mountains he came
Where the beauty transcends
To the valley below,
Like an avalanche of colours
Transforming the scene.

But with eyes straight ahead,
And the sun on his back,
His shadow casts long
And the dreams are turned black.

And what he stands upon now,
His eyes do not see.
He’s dreaming of a place
Where his dreams will be free.

If only he’d open his eyes,
And take a second to see.
He would see that the land that his foot rests upon,
Is the same as the dream he dreams.

But with eyes tight shut,
And a fake smile on his face.
He puts one foot in front of the other,
And turns his back on which he seeks.

Grover
Senior Member

since 2004-01-27

Posts 1967
London, ON, Canada

1 posted 2004-02-22 12:38 PM

Very nice. Grover.

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

2 posted 2004-02-22 12:41 PM

Nicely written,  though ironic that it would
come to the ending as it has.  Perhaps a
turn again shall right things?

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2004-02-22 07:06 PM

sometimes the trees get in the way of the forest

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

4 posted 2004-02-23 09:24 AM

I think we're all guilty of not seeing... perhaps unable to believe we deserve. *S*

Welcome to Passions! *S*

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

5 posted 2004-02-23 09:25 AM

Excellent write..
Very much enjoyed the read.
Hugs, Nancy~

  ~ Whatever our souls are made of,
      his and mine are the same. ~

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

6 posted 2004-02-23 11:48 PM

I loved the cadence of your write...like a march...so appropriate for the theme of your poem...nicely done

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

7 posted 2004-02-23 11:56 PM

If only he’d open his eyes,
And take a second to see.
He would see that the land that his foot rests upon,
Is the same as the dream he dreams.

~Bravo bravo~
Fabulous poem, huddersfield!

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