The days when I could dream

Its like dreaming alive
Underneath this fallow morning
Where there is nothing but mist
And the ash
I open my eyes to this loss
This sunrise
That refuses to bring bring bring
The light we need
Until I breathe
How is it so endless...this falling...
Through my chest
I am fleeting, wanted, depressed
Beautiful and quiet
And I remember meeting the golden streams
In the days when I could dream

Reviews

[Jeff]

I have to agree with others. This is incredibly sad. It's wonderfully written.

[Steve]

So sad.........i hope this is just poetry and not how things really are for you.....

[Vertigo]

Thank you that really means alot to me...there are different meanings that come together as a whole... sometimes when I write the words just have a life of their own but they do hold to a personal meaning in the end...

[DannyLynne Riley]

It is poetry such as this that keep me so passionate about the written word this piece is beautiful through and through and really paints an image. I imagine multiple meanings for this piece but only the author really knows.... and that is magical writing in its most excellent form very very well done