One day a man found himself walking in the sun, smiling,
Thinking happiness that had eluded him for so long had been found.
They laughed and played,
For hours they gazed at each other with loving eyes,
Not feeling the need for words.
Heart exposed again,
Hoping not to be stabbed and left bleeding.
Then one morning he awoke,
Only to realize it was just a dream.
And yet it seemed so real,
The feelings, the touch, ethereal in so many ways.
But, yet as he became fully awake,
He realized it was not a dream,
But just an apparition of his own making.
this took us on a most compelling look around vulnerable chinks in the armor we sometime build around our heart...a difficult thing to do and you've expressed it so well here...neat ending, walt
Walt, you have summed these situations, which have happened to most of us in reality, with just the right degree of starkness. The line between reality and imagination is a blended line, taunting our sensibilities. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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Love,
Susan
On the humorous side, it was either a smokornado, mistornado or a fogornado that eluded him. ;-)
Ron