Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#315 Of September And You - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Now I’m sure I must be sleeping,
My mind is far too clear.
Not just pumping but indeed leaping,
My heart’s more than sincere.

My foggy eyes are seeing now
Colours they’ve never before seen.
Blurred images are sharp somehow,
Every shape is fine and clean.

Now I’m sure I must be dreaming,
There’s not a cloud in the sky.
The stars are radiantly gleaming
And the moon appears nearby.

Lying soft as silk before us,
The lake reflects her light.
While trees discreetly discuss
The brilliance of this night.

Now I’m sure I’m much in love,
I smile without intending to.
The only thoughts worth thinking of
Are of September and you.

If sleeping, when will I awake?
If dreaming, when will I stir?
If in love, will my heart break?
Not this time, I’m sure!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013

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