In dreams feelings are real floating in a space of memories
Your face so so beautiful lighting my world inside closed eyes,
I cannot control the third person I feel I am
I can see myself, dreaming of dreams of you nothing else,
I touch your fingers writing in the sand, ‘I hope this love never dies’.
I rise in the air and see ourselves embrace
I am on the outside looking in,
I see sadness with tears glistening on your face,
You’re calling my name you beckon within
I am behind a wall of glass an outcast in my own dream,
I raise my fist and smash the glass into a thousand slivers,
I scream a thousand decibels... oh my love you are gone.
I fall to my knees crying how did this dream go so wrong,
I weep and weep then bang I awake from this nightmare sleep,
To you standing there with tea in your hand,
“Good morning darling for you the best fellow in all the land”
Now the end of the dream in a dream!
lovely...a very sweet end indeed...lovely to read...10
Fantastic poem... what a nice expression: I feel I am a third person! ! ! 'I touch your fingers writing in the sand, ‘I hope this love never dies’'... I hope that the fingers of DESTINY will write both your names on a Rock in the mountain of true love... a 10 surely... wael karameh karameh....
Fantastic details of the dreaming imagery. Just a silent movie without the celluloid projection, projected simply by words. And the catastrophe establishes again the oft-quoted parameter...Truth is stranger than fiction. A nice piece of art. Thank you for sharing. Regards, pranab 10+
In dreams feelings are real floating in a space of memories Your face so so beautiful lighting my world inside closed eyes, I cannot control the third person I feel I am I can see myself, dreaming of dreams of you nothing else, .it is our own dream land where we feel ourselves from within..a dream withindream...beautiful write sir......10 read mine.....all dreams not come true...
A beautiful narration, Ken. Life is a dream and within it we dream, In both the dreams we smile and scream. Thanks. CP
Hey.. This is a great poem Ken.. I specially loved the note in which you end the poem. I think this one of your most moving and heart felt poem.. Emotions seems to burst out from this poem. Good.. regards Shan
With the Life of a Humble Poet, His Ego locked away in a box marked 'My Ego' Dreams and Day Dreams are the Hook to the Next series of Epic Poems in the Quest to be World Poet Laureate. You my 'Friend ' look well on that road. I enjoy the tender family Love of your dispay, and your true Faith. Thanks for sharing. Philip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully placed lines of love...dreamy tones express your loving feeling direct to the heart my friend...a beautiful write that showcases your talent...10+++