This dream returned today
I'd thought it lost forever
Dreams are thoughts and wishes
Some of them die with pleasure
These are called a nightmare
I've been right there before
This one was full...a treasure
One never to be ignored
Quietly stored in my attic
In thoughts where old love...lives
This one was my treasure
Been there for eons of years
Once thought lost forever
Hidden in a trunk of old dreams
It popped up today with pleasure
A beam of love on heart strings
My eyes glazed over from passages
As his hand reached without speaking
He'd searched his dreams like I did
Found what his heart was seeking
From old dreams spills the magic
Fermenting in time until now
When a dream awakens unexpected
Then turned old dreams...Around
Ah yes Susan, it is fortunate for us that we hold the keys to which dreams we share with the world and which we hold private from the world. Some of my favorite dreams are memoried from the past that can never be revealed to even the people I love. Yet, they are mine and as mine free to share or with hold at will. Lovely write Susan.
Hugs,
Fee
I have always been enamored with recurring dreams that never seem to find an end. They continue to cycle back at the most unexpected times and fan the flames of puzzlement and intrigue.
In my life I have learned to find comfort in the unexpectedness of dreams, and often have applied something I've learned in the dream-state to real life and it's worked.
This write is a jewel Belle - never rest your quill!
the cycle of our dreams coincide with the cycle of our passions and reveal themselves quite unexpectedly ... as they do a treasure of hope begins to unravel ... an astute obervation made credible through your poetic skill ...
Susan - With a bit of envy, this poem is one which each of us keep wishing we could have... more often, and deeper, with meaning. Our dreams are higher parts of us, and you go there with little difficulty. - Bill
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Hugs,
Fee
Ron
In my life I have learned to find comfort in the unexpectedness of dreams, and often have applied something I've learned in the dream-state to real life and it's worked.
This write is a jewel Belle - never rest your quill!
Unity unwavering ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
cannot harm you ...just gives you jitters at times..lol!!
Love Tinka
Dreams like love are ageless and vibrant
Sprinkle moondust and stardust on them always..
Love
Peter
Eternal Love, Dove
Eileen
~~martin~~