My Dream of You

By hedgehog1

Wed, 04 Oct 2017
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The silent leaves of summer

Burst into a deafening whisper

As in my dreams I see your face

Through a broken stained glass window

Framed in the boughs of an old oak tree

I see your eyes like molten gold

Shining lovingly, like the eyes of an angel

 

As my dream slowly fades into blackness

Was it you I saw, were you real?

I wonder did I really know you.

Flickering once more you enter my dreams

The tree, your face, swaying in my direction

Before you vanish like the mist on a tranquil sea

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

You do these thoughtful, yearning pieces so well, Edward.  The first two lines really catch the reader and hold on right the way through.

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you airyfairy for your comment it is much appreciated

Edward

 

Submitted by RobinRealTales on

This piece was quite lovely I love all the elements you described in your poem well done.

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you RobinRealTales for your comment it is much appreciated.

Edward (hedgehog1)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is such a magical poem Edward. Your imagination soars with those wonderful lines:-

As in my dreams I see your face

Through a broken stained glass window

Framed in the boughs of an old oak tree

I see your eyes like molten gold

shining lovingly, like the eyes of an angel.

Just perfect and definitely one I'll come back to reading again and again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Good evening Jenny,

This is the first poem I have written since my enforced absence. I am glad you found it to your liking. Words like yours give me the confidence I was lacking to try to write again. Thank you so much for your sincere comments.

Edward 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

The poem is very well structured as demonstrated by the first line of both verses, and the last line of each.

It is really beautiful it is as if the poet had to choose lost in an idylic dream or reality, beauty and empty love a love that doesn't exist, or disillusionment and harsh reality left with only longing. The broken stained window glass is like the shattered dreams.

Tom Brown

 

 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Tom your comments mean so much to me, they are so constructive and I appreciate every word you have written. They have given me immense pleasure in reading them.

Edward

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Intriguing, Edward! Memories being triggered as the shapes around you seem to remind of a long ago face, in a day- or night-dream. As in the photo - photoshopped?

Intrigued also by those first couple of lines that seemed to speak of the falling leaves of autumn.
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Rhiannon for your comment, you always seem to read something into my poems that I was not aware of as in your comment "the falling leaves of autumn" The photo is from a pin on Pinterest that I saw and liked so I saved it and added it to the poem after I had written it.

Edward