Faded Dreams
She was told dreams are reachable,
give them birth before they die,
labor pains felt through her veins,
ache of her heart, reached beyond
She shed the past, with her dress,
head first, plunged into cool water,
toward an island, butterfly strokes,
where his shadow knelt in the sand
Waves rolled over her bare shoulders,
water lapping against her breasts,
warmth of a breeze kissed her cheek,
her very last one, she began to sink
Her dream faded into the deep,
along with the shadow, she loved,
untouchable dream, meant to be,
her heart knew better, no regrets
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Connie
Delightfully wistful...
Diana...
Amor
Amazing write with beautiful sensations.
Budd
Hugs,
Anna
*Christine* I so identify with this in appreciation
for my own experiences!!!!
Lady Vivian
the love. Fabulous writing Christine.
Lady Mary Ann
beneath your fine words, Christine, bites
with truth. This is splendid work
john
So authentic, and the ending, that internal acceptance, is marvelous. This whole poem is very visceral for me.
Blessings,
Christine
Those are your words to my poem today, Christine. I used them here because this poem is simply beautiful. Whereas my effort was on a positive note, this one was very sad. I disagree with Felix -- no offense meant -- but sometimes you can have such a dream which is very unreachable, as you have here with the shadow. Very unreachable. Love this.
hugs
fee
all of us one day must face
The hardest part is getting to the "no regrets" stage.