DREAMING
dreaming of times before
times yet to come
feeling alone and my
work's left undone
thinking of you
and your smile
and the sun
dreaming and feeling
let your will succumbe
play with me, stay with me
on until night
let your heart
let your soul
take holy flight
I can hear voices
they're calling to me
voices of love, that
is warm and it's free
voices give love
give it..... splendidly
jademelissa74 commented on DREAMING
08-12-2009
08/12/2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Spiritual Arsonist | 4 | 08/12/2009 |
| THAT PLACE | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| IN A WORD "HAW!" | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Shedding a Tear | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| untitled 1978 | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| KINETIC CATERWAULLING | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| untitled February, 1982 | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| DREAMING | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| HEALING WATERS | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| June Until November - Five Months to Remember | 2 | 08/11/2009 |
| Four Indignitaries (aka Foreign Dignitaries) | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| I Ran Away Today, From the Din | 3 | 08/10/2009 |
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