In Dreams

I met him at 12 am
I found him sitting pon
a midnight limb

As his scent melted
through my windows
and my lashes
my lashes danced
to his presence

As he introduced himself to me
see in my mind I had already
labeled him poetry

But to my surprise
he smiled and said
my name is
Evanescence

He must have felt
my observance
as I stalked him like
a smokey bar room glance
yearning for that point of no return
that moment of connection
where he would shoot
a fleeting shot
in my direction
and Id breathe in
momentary perfection
as my lungs heaved heavily
struggling to exhale
because we both
very well knew that he
he had the power
to leave me gasping

See I
I felt him sitting
in the panes of my skylight
etching his existence along my rights
and my wrongs as he played songs
of mocking birds chirping
within my ears

He told me
you should wrap
your fears
into these sheets
so that you can slowly
crumble their power
and toss them
into the nighttime
air as you release

See you can close your eyes
and script a piece that leads you to heaven
but the climb will never hold truth
to the foundation of reality

He said
in all actuality
imaginations
are like
internal
vacations

And each thought
strikes like a needle
until your just
a junkie sitting
with nocturnal dreams
that scare you away
from what your eyes see
when squinting in the light

And somewhere
within that dark colored sky
he made me realize that I
that I

That I was just a simple star
sitting along the horizons
bright shining scars
flickering to be

And then just
as fast as he came
he lived up to his name
as I sat in the ambiance of memory
wondering if there would
ever come a time
when he

When he would
remember me


By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

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Reviews

[patricia]

oh my god, ...the stanza...each thought strikes like a needle blew me away!
It being a long poem i was trying to retain in my mind which parts i wanted to refer back that i found really good. I had already a few on hold and it was getting hard to concentrate on the rest. Then along came that stanza, and the others would have to wait.
That finally said...
i loved....i had already labelled him poetry.

i loved...as i stalked him like a smokey bar room glance...(MAGIC!)
Thanks. Another masterpiece, I expect nothing else from you.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Dreams can evoke passion and a yearning for that which appears to be an illusion, or is it? Sometimes our dreams can be very real..as if we can reach out and touch it. Nice write!



"And each thought
strikes like a needle
until your just
a junkie sitting
with nocturnal dreams
that scare you away
from what your eyes see
when squinting in the light" ~Superb!

[Shadows of Memories]

The Title speaks it all...and I like the name of ur dream-man EVANESCENCE ;) I have fallen in love with the beautiful picturesque imageries and ornamentation, word-selections that you have used were all so perfect and breathe taking. Thanks for the invite :)

[TawnyBlueStar]

really liked:
"I sat in the ambiance of memory
wondering if there would
ever come a time
when he

when he would
remember me"
another brilliant poem :D

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

Beautifully started and ended with strokes of desire, love and pain..... you are gifted!