I had a dream-
A dream that I’d lost you,
Amongst a fog of twisted hate.
And Then, I awake-
To find I’ve never owned you.
I had a thought-
Which wrapped my mind in mellow rainbows,
Soft and arched with passion.
Yet, I can only imagine,
What that light feels like,
Anymore.
Must a dream be-
A house of cards-
One soft tap-
From the waking world-
Topples it-
Into a formless-
Pile of-
Incomplete-
Memories?
I had a dream-
But it was pawned to reality.
misty soft words...like your descriptions...rainbows and a house of cards...don't like the beginning though...something doesn't sit right... i think it might be the repetition of you and had...but the rest is pristine brill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the ending; pawning your dream to reality. Isn't that always the conundrum we can't answer?