A Cool Reflecting Evening

Love is easiest to find in dreams

I lie here asleep
At home, here beneath the sheets.
Into my dreams, your face creeps.
And your silent whispering echoes in my mind.
I know in my head
That you are already his.
I lie here in this wide bed.
The sheets twist around my feet, cool air they try to find.

My heart it eeks out a faint and tiny cry.
A single sound that my mind tried to keep inside
But now its out and I dance with joy.
Then, my head pulls out memories of your other boy.

The dream turns around.
Now, its just you and me.
That boy’s gone without a sound
Hidden in the fog of my imagination
And we walk the shore
Of a beautiful river.
Churning waves reflect the core
Of my glorious mental imitation.

My heart it eeks out a faint and tiny cry.
A single sound that my mind tried to keep inside
But now its out and I dance with joy.
Then, my head pulls out memories of your other boy.

I walk into town
And you are walking there.
Your feet fall soft on the ground.
Then, I suddenly see something different.
It’s that boy of yours.
He’s no longer by your side.
I walk up to you
Breathe a few words.
I am shaking within my shoes.
Next that I know, I see shores,
Of a glorious and beautiful river,
And I speak with a girl who was created
Just as brilliant as the evening stars.

Author's Note

Not sure if this was the end or if I had planned on adding more, it was written a while back. Let me know if you think I should add more or not.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I think that this write is fine, just the way it is. I don't think that there is much more that you could add. People, often, become more beautiful in our dreams and memories than they deserve. I liked the last stanza, because I nearly forgot that I was reading about a dream. So, descriptive of the love that lingers, even when someone has moved on away from our lives. I guess "true love" never dies. If we deny it during waking hours to ourselves, in dreams we remember. Wonderfully written; a very nice piece!

P.S. I have to agree with Lydia about the uncovered feet. That brought a smile to me, as well; those puppies are getting out from under the covers one way or another, even if they have to tear through the sheets. LOL!!

[J Harding]

Excellent poem, good emotive language, really get a sense of jealousy come through about "the other boy"... Good job :D

[Lydia]

Really nice job. The first stanza made me smile... I hate having my feet underneath the covers. I always have at least one poking outside the sheets haha. Great write, it flows beautifully.

[Two Friends]

Wow this is amazing...I love it
Great Job

[lindsay]

I felt myself smiling while reading this, yet i was also sad. Maybe it is because of the picture but it was almost whimsical, which i guess a dream is lol. A job well done Dennis =]