As I wake up
And adjust my eyes
From deep sleep
To daylight
I see a ghost
In front of me
I say
Am I dead
Am I alive
He says
Your alive
But when your asleep
You are just like me
Moving around in a world
you can't feel
Thats why
I come and watch you sleep
So I can feel close
To what you see
A gentle and evocative poem. You may like to read my poem, I could not sleep, which is along a similar theme with a different take. Great work.
Excellent write... it suggests that reality is but a reflection of our dreams and vice versa! ... well done
Beautiful writing on sleep in a context I've never considered before, even though when I was eight I woke and saw a young boy watching me, around the time my nan passed over.., food for thought indeed. Karen
yes, i like the way this one is put together. it is a interesting concept. keep up the good work. we are all looking forward to reading more of your talented work. :) ash
Astral projection. Visitation. I love the idea of the conscious mind transcending the physical body, either through death or meditation. For me this poem is potent in atmosphere.
Exactly, a man is like a dead when he is asleep. As per indian myth, the soul wonders when we are asleep.
Your poem is very nice.Ghost is your altar ego.We the Indian Hindus too believe that when we sleep our soul roams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a good poem, easy to understand, and make the reader think more.