too many dreams

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too many dreams

calmness overides the surrounding tide
a churned forrest's leaves fly
the grace of the blue in the sky compressesd by the grey clouds above
sparkles and glimmers from the beams of light
dance across the sky for me to see
the green carpet rich in color and coarse to the touch
raises beneath my toes in an itchy delight
my stride is that of the nature around me
deliberate and swift
calming  with purpose

a days warmth at my back
the days  work completed
hands wretched in calus
brow filled with sweat
 and lips dry as the salty earth
a  warm breeze reminds  that the day  is not over
the suns admirers go into eat
the glow of the firey star remains
a sky filled with colors only imagined
sureal is the moment
captured in the human mind

his grin turns to a smile
in the distance a dress flowing with the song of earths wind
hair like silk spun from golden worms
a smile with no regrets
a shadow dances across her face
 to only show her  ice blue eyes
her arms open
he turns to walk , then run
to his darlings arms
 they meet togther , and from , beams  a light
bright as the northern star in its twilight

bells are ringing, chimes are  stamping
the buzzing never ending
the alarm bell rings , its the task master
he is awakened
from is slumber he  gathers his thougts
twas a dream
only a dream
not a dream ,but a nightmare
for it wasnt even true
so close was she
so real she was
but not for  him
dreams
dreams
dreams
why did i awake
why why why
did i awake

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blanket commented on too many dreams

10-27-2009

Gee.....it doesn't rhyme and yet its still poetry....(sorry) I loved it......full of vivid imagery and sensual touches. Great job.

Ambrosia commented on too many dreams

10-27-2009

Dreams sometimes remind us how much reality can suck. I've had dreams like this many times before.

JellyBeanPuddin commented on too many dreams

10-27-2009

I've had many dreams like that before. You're inches away from true happiness.... only to be awakened right before that joyous moment actually occurs. It's horrible.. your poem is wonderful, but the feeling itself is horrible :)

FindingJune commented on too many dreams

10-22-2009

Ahhh...to be stolen from the dream in which we never want to wake from. There is a blessing in not remembering them. This is remarkable. Quite beautiful writing.

melanie23 commented on too many dreams

08-21-2009

very well done. very deep. the sorrow behind the words is to true.

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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