![]() DREAM OF A PAST REALITYA Poem by Jessica LimaEVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN SEE THE OCEAN COMING ALIVE UNDER THE MOON. THE STARS THEN REFLECTED ON IT REMINDED ME OF A TIME THAT ENDED TOO SOON. THE MOUNTAINS THAT BORDERED THE WATER LINE STOOD TALL AND MIGHTY ABOVE ME. AND ONLY THE STREET LIGHTS PROVIDED SAFETY BUT NOT AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE. DROPS OF SWEAT SLID DOWN MY BACK AND MUSIC PLAYED SOFTLY ON THE BACKGROUND. CHILDREN PLAYED WITHOUT THEIR PARENTS SOME, IN LAUGHTER, FELL TO THE GROUND. 'HAPPINESS' MY MIND TOLD ME. THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. NO ONE HERE CARED ABOUT MONEY OR WORRIED ABOUT THE LOSS OF A LIFE. I SAT ON A CHAIR NOW FACING THE CITY AND LET MY NOSE DO ALL THE WORK PEOPLE SOLD FOOD ON THE STREETS I SMELT CHICKEN, CHILLI, MEAT AND PORK. ALL COOKED OVER A FIRE, ALL MADE WITH LOVE. I LET ME BODY RELAX AND STARED AT THE STARS UP ABOVE. SO DIFFERENT FROM THE REFLECTIONS... THESE ONES WERE UNMOVING, UNFORGIVING. THEY LACKED THE BRAZILIAN SWAY UNLIKE THE OCEAN ALWAYS MOVING TO A RHYTHM. SAMBA COULD BE HEARD MORE CLEARLY NOW AS IF PEOPLE COULD TELL THE NIGHT WAS RUNNING AWAY. I WONDER IF THEY WERE TRYING TO HOLD TIME HOSTAGE OR JUST BEGGING IT TO PUTT OFF THE FOLLOWING DAY. © 2017 Jessica LimaFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on March 16, 2017 Last Updated on March 22, 2017 Author![]() Jessica LimaLas Vegas, NVAboutI'm kind of a big dork. Very, VERY geeky. I love poetry, and that's 90% of what I write. Life is chaos, and Poetry... isn't. It is something you can control, that's why my poetry always rhymes. I love.. more..Writing
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