Dream….
In the mist that fell like tears she stood alone, wrapped in a cloak of shadows and silence, songs like sobbing sounding in her ears, songs like longing, songs like leaving, songs like loss.
In the mist that fell like tears she wept alone, and felt his arms caress her in raindrops, felt his lips grace her neck with the dew, heard her name in his whisper on the wind.
In her cloak of shadows and silence she wept, alone in the tears, alone with the apparition of a dream she could not name.
Under the streetlights the stars paled and the streets shone in silver, slipping softly into secrets and whispers and sorrows she could not see.
In the darkness the raindrops were diamonds streaking down, glowing midnight stars, dreams dying in little splashes as they slaughtered themselves on the pavement.
So many dreams, so many dying, so many dead….
So many things that weren’t and should have been.
She stood there alone in her cloak of shadows and silent sorrow, the sound of sobbing singing in the rain.
In the mist that fell like tears she felt his hand, a breeze unknown caress her cheek, his eyes a watery moonbeam on her skin, his laughter so unexpected gurgle in a curbside drain. He was everywhere in this night of silver and shadows, he who had no right to fill the darkness so. In its silence she heard his songs: songs of light, songs of love, songs of longing. Songs she had never thought to hear.
In the raindrops that fell like tears, she heard his songs in the shadows, and in her silence knew their words.
….Weird is the way we see things when love is in the heart.That was supposed to be simply a description of a dream. I dont know what it sounds like anymore…
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it sounds like the way a dream come out into our minds – confused yet clear….
Like what Barney said, when I dream it makes no senes at first – takes time to sort out!
Absolutely fantastic writing Lotus, keep it up!
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very interesting.
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thanks for sharing the good stuff. GOD BLESS YOU!
A vision?
Like Kubla Khan!
Only… more abstract and beautiful.
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Symbolic poem of the dispair that finds suddenly a solace . In the same time the description is so realist .
Love
Michel
life and dreams flow together – each influenced by the other shaping the quality of experinces one seeks and the contours of the dreams that one sees. Enjoy ! And please continue sharing ….
incidently … am not sure it how much fun i am having but i do know that i have become independent in a way like never before – of course, often that in itself is the definition of fun!
How are you Sheila ?
Love
Michel