These Dreams
They flash in your mind
these dreams
They came in the night
midnights total darkness
Why the poet asks?
No light reflects
in eyes that can’t see
these dreams
her idiosyncrasies
her silent screams
Love is like that
in hearts golden
Why is that poetic?
these dreams
Words speak
to ink that doesn’t write
Sun and Moon embrace
these dreams
They touch the senses
which can’t feel
the wind in their faces
blown in a poetic phrase
Why does that matter?
these dreams
©Dale Clark
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pax A
Dreams are a gift worth remembering. Their interpretation is the Golden Key that we wish to grasp.
Blessings of Love & Light,
Joseph
Regis
Love, Lin
Love Tinky
thought-provoking poem, Dale ...
Love,
Eileen
Dreams are portents of things to come, fragments of the future, fused with the past....it's our job to try and decipher them !
Excellent and thought provoking pen...:)
Peter