Dreaming Darkness

The intricacies of dreaming.

Now I lay me down to sleep
to dream of gentler times
But behind my eyes and broken tears
I can only think in rhymes.
The night comes hot and the
blood runs cold
The faces are new, but the
story is old.
To wake, to sleep,
to dream, to be,
I can only hope to think
That you will think of me.
Images upon my eyelids,
Pictures of a love of old,
Images I'd have rather forgotten
Feelings that I thought I'd sold.
Dreaming, still, I take your hand,
And wander into the night.
After all this time and all these days
You're still a beautiful sight.
Softest skin and a velvet tongue,
I wanna give you what you give to me,
But when I turn back, and lose my grip
There's nothing left there to see.
Continuing on into the night,
A feeling of regret.
A breath comes to me through the wind,
A meaning I do not get.
Why speak in riddles,
and voice in tongues
When your words not ever
need leave your lungs?
Tell me stories and tell me truths
Mix them into one.
But alas, my dear,
the dreaming ends,
for now here comes the sun.
Alone in bed I slowly wake
And wonder to myself.
The only memory left of you
Is in a notebook on a shelf.

Author's Note

I'm pretty certain I inadvertantly borrowed a line from the White Stripes in there. But as of yet, I cannot think of anything good to replace it. My deepest apologies

Reviews

[Bare trees]

This was extreamly well written. There may have been a few lines that lost momentum but overall a great job. The rhymes didn't seem forced and seemed to flow well. I liked this, good job.