(Yume)

Pieces of a memory,

Shards of thought,

Pierce my interpretation of reality,

Pierce it now.

Flood my vision,

Engulf my senses,

Until all I see,

And all I hear,

Are dreams projected.

I think a while,

And while I think,

I speak of love,

I speak of peace.
I speak of Kings,

and times now lost;

But most of all,

I speak of you.

Truth be told,

I see no beauty,

In the absence of hope.

With beauty shattered,

There is no warmth.

Truth has spoken.

I long to listen.

But for now just bring me,

Bring me back into my dream.

 

Author's Note

I dunno. Just kept typing the words out. I was kind of half asleep when I was writing this, and then around "Truth be told...blahblahblah" I was woken up and reminded not to fall asleep with the laptop on my bed...>.< I seem to like to write things when I'm half asleep, it's odd...

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

i dig how most of this poem has lines of 4 words or less. with a few exceptions that rarely exceed 6 words. and those longer lines have some powerful emotion.

this poem gave me a sense of summoning the lost to break the bubble of safe apathy... to awaaken to fantasy... to startle into dreams. the sort of reversed association is nice.

"Truth be told,
I see no beauty,
In the absence of hope." - a great quote. hope is beautiful.

[universalove]

have mercy on my soul if i had one but i don`t. the magical images in my mind while reading your poem brought a relationship to the words that you wrote touch my spirit. this is really good. thank you very much.