My Dream

My Dream

A Poem by Sean Allen
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A Dream of Passion

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A Passion Dream
 
A dream I have won’t go away,
and now it’s coming every day.
 
At friends and others I look down.
While in the distance stands a town.
 
In this dream, there’s a rocky hill,
where countless men, their blood did spill.
 
I know these visions must come true.
And on that hill… my life ends too.
 
Could I run to some distant place?
Or under blankets hide my face.
 
No,
this is a walk that I must take.
My journey’s for another’s sake…

For one who’s not yet even born…
I’ll taste their hate, and pain and scorn.
 
It’s someone I will love so true…
You see this dream is about you.

This dream, it will not go away…
but now it’s coming every day.

© 2009 Sean Allen


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This is a fantastic read! I thought of Calvary as I read it. Wonderful rhyme and meter. I thought it was really amazing, excellent imagery too. Keep up the good work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a fantastic write. I can't help but thinking of Calvary and the cross, when I read this poem. It's a nice reminder of what took place there. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow! Great rhyme and meter, as always. I thought of Calvary as I was reading this. Perhaps that is why you kept having this dream.....so you would write this wonderful, thought provoking poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

after reading about this dream, i am scared Sean...
and i know that this is true, because 'destruction' is inevitable when there is so much restlessness and disruption....
and i am sure GOD will hide us and protect us...!!
an intense poem Sean...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As I read this I think you write a dream of the "passion". Is by any chance that hill of which you write "Cavalry"?

Posted 15 Years Ago


In my dream,
there’s a rocky hill.
Where countless men,
their blood did spill.

I know these visions
must come true.
And on that hill…
my life ends too.----------------->> this was my favorite part. even this became a luxury; to have an own grave on a hill, this is impossible in Germany. It is not true, that we have more and more freedom - for we have less and less freedom, society is in charge of it. We are simply too many people, yes. Nice rhyming like always in your writing, beautiful.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Sean Allen
Sean Allen

West Haven, CT



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