Sleepless In Texas~

 

 

Spending my dreams
painting a spiral staircase
to the constellations.

When I am closest to this Texas soil
the light feels so far away

and your eyes,
they glisten my destiny
much like miracles.

Rays of hope like fireflies, flicker
as the sound of trains echo

I hear your voice
but only in my imagination
and the flutter of an Angel's wings
stroke my sanity
as I drift to sleep.

Clandestine thoughts of you
keep my heart fluttering
and Spring blooms my smile,

for Love always finds a way.



♥♥




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Reviews

[R J Askew]

The title drew me to this one. I don't know why, but Texas has a certain magic about it to my English ear. I know little about the state other than it's big, different, has extreme weather, and the men wear big hats, and it has an independent streak. Also the Alamo, apols if I have this wrong. Longhorns. Big coastline. Mex influence. Distinct accent. 'When I'm closest to this Texas soil' bosses my eye here. Dunno why, it just does...there seems a love of place there. Maybe our love lives are conditioned by the geography of our origins in some way. Have we to be in touch with where we are to really be in touch with love I wonder?

[Michael Carr]

again you have crafted a wonderful, almost dreamolike in style work. the first three lines are brilliant. sometimes the capitalization is a bit off, this is just a tech thing, no biggie.
the piece is a wonderful ode. glad to meet another texan. :)

[PerfectFlaw90]

I must say, this poem is very beautiful. When I read it, I get a feeling of being in a dream-like state. The way you talk about experiencing something wonderful but not being sharing it with anyone is something I think that you address perfectly and I know the feeling all too well. I do like how it ends on a hopeful, optimistic note. Everyone loves a happy ending! I thoroughly enjoyed this poem, and wanted to compliment you on your skill.