Dreams under the midnight sky

somethings in life are so personal, it is hard to explain them... may be its even hard for oneself to understand them... or even express them just for your sake...

Trippy, waiting to be healed,

An evening rain losing its essence,

Wearing a crown of stones,

Time dried to skull and bones,

 

Stepping stones from near and far,

We are men singing in a jar,

Incongruous in demise,

Like a dead fly in a bowl of rice,

 

The sound you hear when ears are closed,

Is that of a heart that never was freed,

Feels like a pack of dominoes falling in grace,

Or that of a beggar naked in the street,

 

Who wrote about the black clouds...

Never saw the midnight sky,

Crazy I am not to love you any more,

Crazy am I to let a dream die,

 

So much to say,

So little to explain,

In all of me, tongue-tied,

There’s nothing to lose, nothing to gain,

 

I’ll never be what I want,

Never be what they do,

I’ll never have enough peace,

To make it right between me and you,

 

All the words in an open trial,

Let them pour out, breathe and cry,

For the hand which made them so

Will never cease until the ink dries...

Reviews

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. oh, this is just so poignant ... and i identify with everything you say ... it's almost as if you wrote my heart out ... and may the ink never dry ... you chose not to belittle emotions and i am with you ... you chose not to yield to expectations and i am with you ... if you're wondering if this journey is painful ... then i can tell you that it is ... but it's rewarding ... the few people who still feel keep the world going ... we may not be able to see the benefits of sensitivity ... of raw emotion ... but do we really need to ? ... you are who you are and no one can take that away from you ... not even someone who no longer believes in you ... it's their problem if they don't ...

[Arielle Ann]

this is a mysterious bit...hidden amidst the words are some truths...but its again wonderfully expressed...hats off to you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. A lot of hidden story in the words.
"I’ll never have enough peace,
To make it right between me and you,"
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ed Hart]

the things we can reveal, if we will but arrange the words to carry the weight of our heart...so intelligently accomplished