Dreams And Diaries

derived from a strange dream that I had a few days ago...

There are no assuagements for my lungs
All that has kept me alive is a dream
Over wondrous islands of juvenescence
I see the sun breaching my realms.

A morning filled with woe
as I drag my carcass from rusty pallet
Slowly portraying another day 
In ignorance of unknown metaphors.

In the Apical sense of a dream,that had your voice
where you promised to return to our summer creeks
making me to write more, and save my notes
in the brightness of inert air.

I have congregated here to write
To reinvigorate my frosty limbs
And drink all of your divine light that invades me 
Embrace metaphors of your brooding elegance.

I ache for the drizzle of the words,
I sit and wait for them,in slow fields of fondness
To be nourished by angels of sky
And to live in your frondescence.

I want to soak myself in your grief’s vast peaks
In the middle of the jungle, blind along the paths
Blossoming over our pigments of shared moments
My heart fights along with you in this war.

Those roses I shall grow in eternal months
in these verses,garden of pure innocence
new echoes will come to life here
To dwell the passionate heart in love again.

Reviews

[Westminster Abbey]

I literally got shivers while reading this .-.

[InsanityWriter]

Beautiful. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Sometimes in dreams we find the best of ourselves...a rejuvination, remembrance, a thoughtful muse. I quite liked the imagery in this one. You have created a world within your words that was a pleasure to traverse.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Thanx again :) I was not getting through this dream...had to pen it down

[Robert James Parfett]

Fantastic imagery and wording as always.

[Dayran]

A waiting in a dripping garden of dew waiting for the sun of love to appear over the horizon. It would make a great two-dimensional Mughal painting.

[Alexander Rodgers]

Amazing, another great poem by a great writer. Get this published! It reminds me a lot of early 20th century work...very good.

[gombeggar]

u r trying to hard to oversay everything...u lose yer point that way

[quinfinn]

this pursuit of love seems to be a common malady among some of the better poets on this site...you certainly have no difficulty putting those feelings into lovely verse. well done!

[Inda]

Ahh to love again, even though you know the risk are so high. Great piece!