Like A Dream - Poem by Andrew Yip
An embittered soul, restive in repose,
A reverie or dream the restless mind compose’d
That fugitive moment she clearly smiled.
But why was she carrying a small child?
I saw the sweet child of mine in tears.
But knew she was a child of yesteryears.
The vision and moment seemed unreal;
Then vanished as tides of emotions reveal’d.
Like a dream, I watched her come and go;
Dreams conjured, my longings ‘gan to grow.
In lamenting cries I bid her stay but pleaded in vain.
Only the wreckage of dreams remain’d and care is but pain.
Comments about Like A Dream by Andrew Yip
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- TelevisionRoald Dahl
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda