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Out Of Her Night During her dream, she woke in a cave Silent and deep, wombed not as grave Followed the dark and slumberous roads Of cavern like orchards, by seed oddly thrown Labyrinths and shafts, visioned and hidden Underground, upside down, daylight forbidden Every breath echoed, mirrored her sounds Whispering waves from deep underground There in that womb of miserly air Deeper she walked, knowing not where There in the hollow, blackness of void Waited the all, she'd rather avoid Confronted by all, surrounded by dark Fragments of light speckled by mark Step after step, follow the glow Tunnels of thought, dreams by the row Deeper she went, from cave into mind There in the darkness, wisdom to find Beneath the blackness, by slivers of light Walked the mute dreamer, out of her night Pax A 12/12/07 A friend told me about a really weird dream she had, and I wrote this......
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Wonderful dark aboding creations!I like the journey through this poem!
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
Love Tinka
Only you could make this kind of sense froma dark abyss.
Love,
Susan
Cheers,
Dan
Fee
Beautiful.
God Bless,
Lew
Blessings and Light ...
Bergman
Your poem reminded me of a book I once read and gave a review for. Your word usage is always so exquisite my friend. Your pen is surely guided by a steady mind. Peace, Love and Blessings to You Always, Paul.
You created a mysterious atmosphere in this piece of poetry.
Axilea