The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
There I stand
Allowing adventure to grand
The place where I can go
No one will know
It is thought, and I control
Where I rule over despair and hidden depths
Finding it filled with Ghosts, Angels,
And alluring beauity
Couriously watching
A constant parade
Filled with the choice of people
And things of the imagination.
The power that I have
Above lust and infatuation.
Will I allow myself in wishful sin
Or the innocence of, , ,
Hello, , , , I love you
And to say that without remorse or restraint
Your acceptance, taken with a smile :)
The place where I can go
Without my influence of my control
Come would you..
Come would you, , to hold my hand
Mine lock into yours,
Yours in mine
Lashing our fingers
To Feel warm connection of companionship
Touching softly is more invoking
Presenting me with the feeling of your absence.
A drifting world,
Filled with color, music and wamrth
All is left behind that can distract...
Us
Would you come?
Come along with me...
To depths of unchanging peace..
Venture with me
To those places
where I have not yet.......
Dreamed
Howard Johnson
ver nice poem I like your conection of words, I would love to be able to write poems that dont rhyme as such :)
Glad to comment: Yes, I like this one. But I too need to read through it a few times. Metaphores are lovely. Shall indeed come back to it and browse a while. Adeline
You formulate ideas I have had also in such beautiful language - having that secret dreamworld firmly implanted in the heart and then resonating only with those things in this world that complement the inner dreams - that is the best way of living and lifting up and over the transcendence of ever-changing events; and retaining only the beautiful thoughts and eternal ideas of the sublime of which love is uppermost - as long as it is guided by the even more enchanting grace of wisdom, of course - what a beautiful write, to inspire the reader to take a flight into a different dimension of mental and psychic insight! The place where I can go No one will know It is thought, and I control Where I rule over despair and hidden depths Finding it filled with Ghosts, Angels, And alluring beauity Warmest regards, Margaret Alice.
hmmmmm. i like this one, i guess i need to read throughit a few times. but Garden lady is my fave of all time! !
Would you come? Come along with me... )))) nice lines.... very emotional message.... something you want to tell somebody for a long time... i like it
Nicely written Howard! ! I believe you spoke of the difference between dreaming and actually been led in a vision. Many tend to put this under the heading of 'being phychic' when many are actually being 'shown' what is too come. Dajavu is a 'feeling' of those visions coming to the surface. Even the Bible speaks of this..ie..'You speak to me in the early hours and tell me of things to come...' and..'I will send dreams and visions...'. This piece captured it well.
In the sanctity of pure love... this kind of poetry is a pleasure to read.... perfect!
To depths of unchanging peace.. Venture with me To those places where I have not yet....... Dreamed ...............true to your words...it's really unknown...but a very beautiful place, .the way you describe...wonderful description...wonderful poetry...very unique...
This is just a wonderful piece to read. I loved every line. You didn't lose me either. That would have been easy to do here. You kept your focus. I don't know how long it took you to write this, but I would be curious to know. A wonderful thing to read. I think you might need to write a book. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The way you described the poem made me want to be right there with you so i could see what would happen next....... I really liked it..... very creative