In Dreams Poem by Michael Brock
In Dreams
So many faces I've seen in the rain
the birth of children in flushes of grain
the palace guards let me walk right through
the sacred garden where I was touched by you
burden by dust from the great fall
my heart beats slower at the songbird's call
Calling out to you from the doorway
your skin so transparently white
the charmed one stood in the sacred place
watching me, being touched by your grace
He called out to me, but I did not hear
my passion for living was too dear
he left to take the cup to others
I walked out to the streets
Never have I fallen so deep
in dreams.
Never have I fallen so deep in dreams. And not only you, Michael But me, and them, and us all Who ever chose be wordsmith. Nice poem, Michael. Write more! And science has now come To say the more you dream The higher the depth of your IQ
This poem rolls as sweetly as fresh spring water and as soft as the sun upon the face. you have real depth of feeling and I realy enjoyed your verse, many, many thanks!
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4/25/2024 9:02:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i liked this piece. easily flow, deep not only in dreams, but in thoughts. thx