A LOST LOVE THAT CAN ONLY BE RESURRECTED BY A DREAM

There are places that I go to

That only I can see

I cannot really explain them

Its a journey belonging to me.

Dreams of past memories

Dreams that relive my past

Dreams that take me to places

That are close to my heart.

A love that I long for

A love that has passed

A love lost in time

Trapped in my past.

There are places that I go to

That only I can see

I cannot really explain them

Its a journey belonging to me.

Trapped in yesterday

By a love that cannot be

There's no turning back;

My journey,.......... my destiny.

If only I could bring back

Yesterday into today

To continue... an unfinished journey

That belongs to me........ someday.

Reviews

[B]

I enjoyed this poem alot
The places we all go to

A getaway and the sweetest of all escapes
It matters to return back and not allow our past pains take us away

I love this wise read of pure imagination and essentially getting away
and i got away reading it :)

Super ..... cool

[alf]

Hi Andrew. I feel the pain, my friend. You have captured the essence of melancholy with that incredible sense of isolation that we experience at the tail end of a dying relationship. Dreams are our escape; in them we re-live the moments good and bad, and waking to the poignancy of bittersweet memories can be as devastating as in wakeful mode. Lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve this!!!! Your writing is ascending new heights with each read!!! alf

[....................]

A heart-wrenching write, Andrew, and you are right - this journey you describe belongs solely to you. But most of us have lost a love along the way and perhaps can share in parts of this journey with you as temporary companions. Thanks for sharing.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you FT