Rebecca Wiles

Dreaming

In the recess of my sleep, as the stars shine out at night,
are vivid visions that I keep, filled with shining light.
To catch the fullness of my dream, I come close and yet,
the memory slowly fades it seems, and still I can't forget.

I try and form words to express, what I don't know how to say.
Feelings and glimpses seem to press, all throughout my day.
I try and try to recall, but still it lingers there.
I remember bits but not all, like little puffs of air.

But in the night when sleep invades, like a sultry, silky voice,
and in the softness sleep persuades, as if I had a choice.
Still I linger a moment or two, as the dream world sets right in,
then I see a familiar view, like a comforting friend.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 12, 2009

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