A Token Of A Dream


  • Fantasy
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  • Love

    A Token Of A Dream

    He came to me by night,
    Shrouded in mist-filled dreams,
    He carried a single rose,
    That the light danced off in beams,


    He told me it was magic,
    Infused with all his love,
    He was everything i wished for,
    All that i dreamed of,


    He said we would meet soon,
    That we were destined to be,
    That our souls were intertwined,
    And together we would fly free,


    He said this was not our first life,
    That we had loved before,
    That it would always be this way,


    Then he came and placed a kiss,
    Ever so soft upon my lips,
    And just like that i woke,
    And felt my soul was ripped,


    I put my hands to my face,
    Finding tears for this man,
    I look around in wonder,
    And there…I’ll be damned,


    The rose sat on my nightstand,
    It could not be what it would seem,
    Yet there it lay…
    The evidence…
    A token of a dream.

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    SavVySam commented on A Token Of A Dream


    Another favorite for me! You need to enter this in the contest! Great work!

    Rygar commented on A Token Of A Dream


    wonderfully written, but i expect no less from you, and i will be keeping my eye on you. :)

    BringMeBullets commented on A Token Of A Dream


    This is wonderful. I admire your style and your ability to rhyme so nicely. Great, great! A 10 for you, my dear! :)



    Thanks hun,glad you liked it

    MindNumbing commented on A Token Of A Dream


    Beautiful story disguised as a poem :) Another 10 for you!



    thanks i thought about maybe turning this into a story actually,perhaps i will

    StandingBear commented on A Token Of A Dream


    Beautifully written! So surreal and real simultaneously. Reading this i'm impressed all over again, realizing just how much i've missed your excellent work.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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