Dreams of ink on paper

Dreams of ink on paper

 

And what of the dreams that have dried like ink on paper,

never to flow into others again?

 

Written once then hidden between the pages of lost dreams drying.

Could you feel the same excitement when you read it again as you did before it was dry?

 

Does wet ink feel the same as when you run your fingers over the words,

dried and lost on vellum with no space?

 

The first budding words of emotions, thought, and feelings, lost in the haze of your mind as it flows onto the paper, not allowing you to be in control.

 

Swirling, flowing, like a first kiss,

or first thoughts of summers desires exploding into a million passions never known or imagined just as ecstasy culminates and explodes beyond the stars.

 

Breathless before the ink has time to dry,

you pour over the words and relive each moment, each phrase, each tantalizing

sensation as if they were lovers never to be felt again.

 

Is this what it feels like as dreams dry on paper like ink?

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I really really like this one ron...we put so much of ourselves into our poetry, it's sad to think of our dreams dried up as they dissolve into the ether.

Swirling, flowing, like a first kiss,
or first thoughts of summers desires exploding into a million passions never known or imagined just as ecstasy culminates and explodes beyond the stars.

Very sweet stanza, and breathless, tantalizing sensations blew my skirt up too! Kudos.

[ron]

Flattens your skirt, now we can't have your skirt blowing up like that. Thank you Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Will do ron, recheck your spelling, you have a few double letters...my pleasure. :-)

[ron]

Thank you Frieda.

[Frieda P]

It's too pretty not to be perfect ;-)

[ron]

Your to kind Frieda. Perfect? Thank you but I don't think I would like it to be perfect, I would always want my writings to have some kind of flaw in them.

[Frieda P]

You know what I meant ron, don't be difficult or I'll sic Red on you hahah ;-P