Monday, 14 April 2008
Live in the Dream
To be perfect in his eyes
along the way she stumbles,
she falls.
And as she sleeps alone at night,
all of her dreams
shall come to light.
Much mirth and warmth,
an faultless love.
Mornin' sun awakens
her slumber.
Upon her pillow,
her head lay heavy.
A solitary tear escapes.
Hombre susurrante...she knows,
all but a dream.
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Is that meant to be funny or what?
And as she sleeps alone at night,
all of her dreams
shall come to light.
... and be fulfilled.
Lovely :-)
Did you write it?
Yes Cherie I did, and thank you :-)
It's nice to have someone to dream about, though.
In answer to Crushed I do have ;-)
It's lovely, nunyaa.
This is such a sad piece to me but very beautiful. I think it resonates particularly with me today due to the dreams I had last night.
Great writing Nunyaa. Thank you for entering it into my Poetry Prompt
I truly enjoyed this piece. The emotion shows through with the last line.
Missy
www.rebicmel-poeticponderings.blogspot.com
Thank you Beaman and Missy, appreciate what others think :-)
Am off to your site now Missy.
This has a haunting quality to it... beautifully written.
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