I remember my dreams
in pure aquamarine
memoirs seen
then unseen again
fragile is this girl
held up by the world
please don't wake up
don't ever wake up
I can not lie
I’m letting my days slip by
and stuck in my eyes
are the reflections of the sky
wound up like her favorite toy
left by a silly boy
please don't wake up
don't ever wake up
I will not tell you how much
I am missing you soft touch
cause I’m letting go of this clutch
I’ll never again be your crutch
shall I give up now
let love go somehow
please don't wake up
don't ever wake up
I miss the color
not of snow of water
my tears drive me closer
I will not die a martyr
I remember my dreams
in pure aquamarine
please wake me up now
please wake me up
nice metaphoric expression: '' I remember my dreams in pure aquamarine please wake me up now please wake me up '' very touching poem...........10
very nice. You had some rhyme, yet you weren't very particular about it. I enjoyed it.
An interesting twist of events. Not just a presentation but a question to be pondered. I like the rhymes and especially the first two lines which read very fluently and set a nice atmosphere in which to picture the events portrayed. I remember my dreams in pure aquamarine They add color and music and you do well in repeating it.
For a minute there it felt like I inhabited somebody elses mind. Somebody very dreamy and bereft and poetic. I love the abstract way the lines seem to fit together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem........we have to wake up to face the reality though........ excellently done