I Walked Into A Dream

Please read.

The doors were once shadows

and the windows- buried in dust.

I used to think that the rooms 

whispered into my head the rules of beauty.

I remember the time I walked into a dream,

antique and creaky, strong locks gone weak.

Door after door, all open freely.

I walked into a dream where murders were 

pleasured and smiles- tortured.

I walked into a time where the hour was

frozen and bodies- floor fallen.

The mirror was reflective,shiny,new

and the walls were bright- like the sun in the 

sky blessing the clouds an endless flight.

I now think this one room screamed 

happiness into my soul and beauty to my sight.

I am exploring the nature that hasn't

been open to public in such a long time 

but the counter is chrome and the table is still.

There are still many doors to push, pull and turn.

I walked into a dream that I've awaited forever

where tears are not welcome and hearts- at home.

I walked into a time where the hour was fresh

and the emotions continue every minute.

I walked into a dream where my memories were framed

and mistakes forgiven, and found a man named Love.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I have to think of a way to start my comments if I ever get the chance to find you again on here, instead of writing that this was beautiful!! : ) The beginning half is dark, private, selfish in what is assumed to be fear that has never been tackled, and a horror looms over you. I know all-too-well what horror looks like and dead bodies. After reading that flip-side and beautiful second half of this poem, I will keep such a "share" to myself. Total shocker in the second half. I made popcorn, unintentionally, and became an avid fan of yours in the last little while, and just might spend some more time with you, whether I leave a comment or not. Such inspiration in your words and this way you gently weave beauty with intelligent sarcasm is brilliant. I Love it, Melanie!! Finishing your poems is defeating in the sense that I feel like I am hanging up the phone with a close friend and I am aware that you will be missed until next time. : ) The lst line in the first stanza doesn't make sense to me, but those first three lines in the second stanza are going to be worth repeating when I am off this site later!! Wonderful job... Beautiful, Melanie.... xoxox -Mark

[Melody]

I'm glad I have you as a fan, Mark. Thank you. I have never been told that I weave beauty with intelligent sarcasm. Lol. Thank you so much. :)

[Patrick Henry]

You are the very definition of a "beautiful poetess who doubles as a wordsmith with a motley array of inspirational hugs and metaphorical wonderment". How's that?! : ) I like you.... xoxo -Mark

[Melody]

Lol. I'm not going to deny a compliment, but I will let you believe what you want. Everybody's opinions are they're own, are they not? :)

[Patrick Henry]

Say my definition 3 times fast!! Believe it. .....it's a "good" compliment. : ) xoxo -Markread more
Say my definition 3 times fast!! Believe it. .....it's a "good" compliment. : ) xoxo -Mark

[Melody]

Lol, well, thank you very much. :)

[lyss]

I think that the cliché of the dream where you run through a hallway of doors was well used because it gives the readers something of their own experience to go off of when reading your poem. :)

[Melody]

Thank you! :D