Where you are only a dream that cries itself to sleep...............
By the time, my heart has weighed what you have asked me I will have kneeled upon the blades of life that bloom To join what I have missed in all of my wanting While your eyes watch my every move Warmth is a place I will assume
All is plain in these lands I enter where I stand tall and strong Where you are only a dream that cries itself to sleep I can hear you lose your way, shiver in the cold Yet, through all those tears left to spare No memories will I ever keep
While you slumber, I write this poem and my heart becomes One which stands in fame with no shame or fear Of dancing outside that which you ask me Even when the ground I walk upon Fills my shoes with tears
By the time, my heart has weighed what you have asked me My words will have already written home triumphantly Pure love will ring out in all the lands you enter While your eyes watch my every move Inside the memories you see
Dreams again, they have much to answer for; they're too often to be bathed in, so often to be run from. Life watched -disregarded, life watched - applauded; there's a time when decisions need to be made.
' .. While your eyes watch my every move ~ Inside the memories you see .. ' those two lines say almost more than they should - but, must.
A superlatively crafted poem, Neva .. even more, its meaning stays in the mind ..
dreams as always are a subject among many but u show it as no other, yur works delve into dreams that none have ever dreamed. so as always and forever i loved it.
Never is there a fear in your addressing of the reality of the heart! Amazing poem, the flow is almost oldey worldy, in a good way :) Superb love, truly so! xx
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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