![]() deep wells are my dreamsA Poem by Mark Hurlin Shelton
Alone and awake this starless night
with intangible thoughts that gather and scatter like vague ghosts my fatigued mind battles to grasp thoughts to form as i unravel my hopes and my fears of tomorrow Let the sweet sleep of oblivion enfold me to fade into that sylphic insubstantial sea where I a blithe child in woolen arms navigate my roads to recurring castles to embrace invisible friends in love deep wells are my dreams, underground streams in my soft pillow land where unpainted poems dwell kind sisters enfold me with filial kisses contained and wrapped in formless warmth and eternally complete this my carefree realm where man cannot corrupt bright phantom knights wrestle the moonlight before i rise to find my slumbering feet shake sleep from eyes and regather the threads of my day But now awake in this teeming insomnia i search myself for sense and strive to silence and soothe my pacing fevered brain i will stumble the orphan asphalt streets and wait for the sun to rise Tomorrow may I be raised with a fresh breath of sky in my head and chance to meet and greet in faith the guiding angels of my dreams But now I will wander amongst the murmurs of night that will not enfold me with filial kisses nor sew the loose strands of my unfinished dreams.
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1 Review Added on September 24, 2019 Last Updated on September 24, 2019 Author![]() Mark Hurlin SheltonCape Town, Western Cape, South AfricaAboutI am from Cape Town, South Africa i am a poet, singer, songwriter, Juggler, Clown, magician and Balloon artist. I have written hundreds of poems since I was quite young. more..Writing
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