Bring to me what I ask

Somewhere between illusion and reality
I lie waiting
To touch your face in summer
Underneath the flowing stream
Of yesterdays heartbeat
My blind eyes see no more
So to feel upon your dirt or grace is all I have now
Wait there in dreams
I will follow
When I get the time
But for now look into your own eyes
Mirrors seldom lie
But they can
If you look through them to wonderland
Because wonderland is for white rabbits
and queens
The love heart tattooed upon your arm
Tells me of a lady you once knew
Did she kill you from the inside
Leave you barren and bare
Like a naked child at birth
Speak not of her
She has spent her karma
And sits in corners of her own mind
Remembering the love you gave
She has swollowed life whole
And now it swollows her
Reflections of self are true only to self
Be thee wise
Turn and gaze not into the mirror
But upon the morning dew which soaks the
blade of grass before dawn
Here if you listen carefully
You will hear the voice of freedom
Bring it to me
And my heart is yours to keep
for a life time
Be warned
Even the beautiful rose has thorns
I will try not to scratch

But its not something I promise
Peacefully now
Im sleeping ..

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This is an awesome write.. I love the journey it takes you on.. The imagery is perfect..xx

[Ruth]

I am amazed at the surrel aspect to this piece love....I love that quality :)
There is fury amongst the peacefulness here, it seems.....a daring!
An adventure!
What a poem!
Great work
xx

[Aidz]

Nope I aint got a heart tatt, lots of others lol

Very kewl write

[Joel M Frye]

The freedom of the present and freedom from the past will capture a heart...yes. Another inspired poem of yours, Pebbs. Thank you.

[Richielee]

excuse my language but f****n' excellent!