Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
Dreams & Nightmares - Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
Candle oh how ye light up the night,
flame how ye do brighten my sight.
Wax slowly dripping like blood from a wound,
light through the window from a full moon.
Whispers I hear from voices unseen,
some kind of hushed, many sounding mean.
Birds please wake me before the sun doeth rise,
and wake me before the days sun doeth reach mine eyes.
Dreams please be pleasant, not scary and dark,
may in my dreams I be young again, playing in the park.
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