No More Dreams Poem by Kyle Schlicher

No More Dreams



No more dreams
my nights are
filled
with
sleep.
Were I to chance
a peek
as
I lie asleep
would
I find
in my mind
the endless place
where
my visions dance
and
the nameless face
stares back for hours
silently
growing flowers
for the funerals
of
my
useless
dreams.

(5-26-1975)

Saturday, July 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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