Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

Dreams


To sleep to sleep perchance to dream,
so begins that famous poem
a fitting place to start my tome
dreams of longing, dreams I fear
dreams of someone that is so dear
in sleep I rest my weary head,
in sleep I dream the dreams I dread
dreams of longing, dreams of needing and belonging
peaceful night is no more
the shattered dreams are at my door
banging clanging they clamor for entrance
twisting turning I deny them admittance
the shattered dreams lurk outside my door
I twist and turn till they are no more
lying still I do lament
another nights energy has been spent

4/8/2007

Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 02, 2011
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