My Dreams

By threeleafshamrock

Fri, 09 Jul 2010
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5 comments
 

They awake and rise,
while I, still trapped in slumber,
follow them; my dreams.
Climbing peaks that hide
in phosphorous mists where ghosts
of past and future,
merge, and - hand in hand -
paint beauteous prophesies,
for lonely lovers,
sleeping.

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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on
I thought this was beautiful - one of your best.

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Hilary, haven't had a minute lately to write much new stuff but by the end of the month, I should be back on form and have more time. Feeling guilty even posting on here, when I haven't even time too read all my friends work. The thoughts of catching up on all of that is daunting. ;) Chris XXXX

Submitted by Anna Marie on
This was quite beautiful indeed. You are wonderful with words.

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Love the 'phosphorous mists', Chris. Beautiful with a melancholy edge - well done ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Kahdai on
Lovely poem my favourite part while I, still trapped in slumber, follow them; my dreams. I think I understand :) K

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