In the whisper of a heartbeat,
he was there,
so real,
unlike reality,
his memory deep within my soul.
(I won't ask him why he'd come.
I do not want to know) .
'Reason, go away, be blind ...' ... I meant to say.
He was just as tall,
his features fine.
Heaven had been good to him.
His eyes held a tear,
his arms reached out to me.
(Don't take away this moment,
Dear God, you've given me!)
'Mind be still, don't say a word ...' ... I meant to say.
Dance with me, dream lover,
waltz the love of echoes past.
Burn my flesh with lips of fire.
Hurry, hurry fast
(lest my mind, the devil's advocate,
prayed: ask him why he'd come) .
'Don't wake me up and break the spell ...' ... I meant to say.
At last my mind had found the words,
my lips were poised to speak.
The damned alarm. A demon's toy.
In a sound that broke my heart,
the dream was gone and so was he.
'I love you and I miss you ... ' ... I meant to say.
Go back to sleep and write some more dreamy poetry CJ. And turn off that damned alarm clock. Your writing here match the fantasy of the dream.
loveya
Rusty
You ahve been such a writing machine lately I feel ashamed that I have not been here more. I miss your writing when I go out for too long. As usual...I loved it!
Wow. "At last my mind had found the words, my lips were poised to speak. The damned alarm. A demon's toy." I can't count how many times I wanted to throw the frigging thing against the wall and break it to smithereens. Bravo CJ!!! This is a masterpiece! Michelle
Very unique and origianal CJ and one that I am sure more then a few of us can relate to, if not the alarm, it's the cat from hell, or the cries of the baby etc. Ahhhh but the beauty is the next night we can choose a brand new lover all over again if we so wish. Write on.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2006
We all have our lovely dreams. And we can't do without our alarm clocks, alas. You have quite an imagination. Victor
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loveya
Rusty
perfection!
Vesna
Love Tinka
Fee