There within the dreaming hours
Whisp'ring voices soft exclaim
Carried on the gentle wind
Calling, calling out my name
Haunting echoes from the past
Loved ones lost, so far away -
Through my mem'ry sweet souls drift
Then upon my heart to play
In the shadows, thus I see
Images of those no more
Flick'ring phantoms, as pale flames
Dancing on the distant shore
Reaching out, can I touch them
Hold them in my trembling hand -
Through my fingers they would slip
Ne'er be grasped, like shifting sand
So within the dreaming hours
I shall linger, in my mind,
Be with those fixed in my heart -
Know the love, once more to find
In the shadows, thus I see Images of those no more Flick'ring phantoms, as pale flames Dancing on the distant shore A beautiful stanza..! ! .I too am often lost in the memory of those sweet ones gone ahead, especially my mother! A great write Valerie!
A beautiful poem Val then again when aren't yours a bit special? They say dreams can tell us so much, and this poem reflects that so well.
A beautiful poem Val then again when aren't yours a bit special? They say dreams can tell us so much, and this poem reflects that so well.
Nostalgic poem on lost love. Reminiscing. The sadness soaked my eyes.Kudos Val.
Your poetry is so well polished and shines..very inspirational..beautifully written.. a ten and thank you...
Beautiful and tearing at my heart....excellent written poem Val, thank you for sharing it. {{{hugs}}}
This is such a beautiful poem Val. I dream about loved ones gone all the time. I think that dreams shows us that we can continue to keep them if only to be reminded in a dream. A fantastic write.
I often dream of my father who passed on many years ago, how else can we stay in touch if it weren't for our insightful dreams. Your poetic words make the dreams come true......
Sometimes I wish I could stay in that land of dreams. No worries there. But the cruel morning decides to awaken me.. love this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, the dream world can show us many things.