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Fading Dreams
I had a dream last night,
A dark dream,
Lonely and stark,
Empty and devoid of life,
My trees leafless,
The world was empty and cold…
I looked around,
And realized sadly,
How much it mirrored my life,
Me,
Standing here,
Looking over there,
And seeing the sum of my dreams…
I saw you there,
Standing near your house,
Looking over,
Staring out into the world…
Your hands were on your hips,
The white of your eyes so bright,
Glowing softly in the fading light…
I wondered what you were seeing,
If you looking for me…
Standing here,
Wishing you were near enough to touch,
To caress my cheek with your lips,
But the distance is too great,
And you are too far away,
The day is ending,
Beginning to fade,
The moon rises,
Revealing so much,
Truth and lies,
Lying side by side…
You say you will come one day,
And take me away,
But I wonder sadly,
If there will be anything left to save…
Have you ever felt as though,
You were fading away?
This is where I am now,
I am as opaque as my dream,
Can you see me?
Can you dear?
I am afraid of your answer,
Afraid of me too,
And these dark dreams,
That tell me what I must do…
I hope you come soon.
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Carmen :-)
Cynthia
Sandie May Angel
this is an emotionally charged dynamo--excellent write! well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
"A dark dream,
Lonely and stark,
Empty and devoid of life,
My trees leafless,
The world was empty and cold…"
This is a great poem, and/or perhaps maybe this dream, is a subconscious plea for self recognition, self assertiveness and life change. However, you certainly have talent and mastery over your creative poetry indeed!
And you are too far away,
The day is ending,
Beginning to fade,
..only too well do I know this...
I'm saving this Retta..ty!!
vesna :)
Tommy
Such a nice and truely thought ...
I liked this a lot
Thanks for sharing this
TRASK
Love
Peter
Well said.
Susan
mine have. ;) Dream on dreamer!
M.Rose
Love Tinka
Well written drak write Rein....
enjoyed much
William
So poignant and so incredibly
well written. I hope he does
come soon.
Warm hugs
Elga
You have a real gift for it,funny how those parts of our
experiences, though sad, makes for our best poetry!