While sleepingA Poem by Jack...Good morning beautiful
While sleeping Why is it mornings, so far in the distance, flowing from beyond tempered shorelines on lone standing bridges ~ always seem to call in the midst of a dream When sunrise illusions now erase sleep on meadowlark borders dotted in dew drops built in the confines of spring with fall fast approaching ~ featuring shadows stretched of time Long on the porch, weathered and beaming, tapping the front door with marching band fingers in trumpet blares and bass drum beats ~ yet quiet in the state of mind seen through blurry eyes Still ~ a before smile, brought about the prior evening forces dimples once again in my cheeks igniting the darkness with three-ring spotlights, streaked of circus beacons on popcorn ceilings Reminding ~ the dream I have found actually lives in my daylight, slipping around corners and window sill gaps, finding me on the brink of now, stumbling my way to where I long to be ~ awake For my dream is you, who I so desperately miss ~ while sleeping © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on September 18, 2013Last Updated on September 18, 2013 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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