Land Of A Lover's Dream
by Poetry by Deborah
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Through the night mists
the man in the moon settles
into the darkened sky...
And clouds ride high behind
him in the distance, following
the father of the night skies
upon his journey as he sprinkles
moondust into the upturned
eyes of those who dream.
Moonbeams dance and move
in his eyes...
Laughter so alive, echoes above
in the acherontic nighttime sky.
A highway of indigo velvet sleep
stretches out across the night as
Mr. Moon teaches me to
fly the land of a lover’s dream
without being seen...
I tiptoe softly across the
cinema of the Lover’s play,
ever so careful not to wake
the dreamer; pray tell me...
where does one dream end
and the other start
upon the canvas of a Lover’s heart?
© 2005, Deborah L. Kelly
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
2/22/2005 |
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| beautiful :) |
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| Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader) |
2/20/2005 |
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| Deb, I thought this had such a wonderful meaning, and it kind of lifted my heart to go there, too. The vision you had of the night sky, with those ever harbingered clouds, in passage, meant come, in some sense, to lift, to there drift, to walk, to play, tht it was allromantic, and held, timmed, as a well, secret, the lid being every so gently lifted, sifted. It spoke of the room of the heart, certinly not often undisclosed, which knows, allows us peak, ever so often, in another room that glows, Al |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
2/12/2005 |
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| Upon the canvas of a Lover's heart. A wonderful place to have one's name painted and this poem is very much a portrait in itself. |
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