Dreams

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    Dreams

    With the morning my dreams make hast
    Leaving me in a world without a place.
    No more happieness,
    No more life.
    In my dreams I live it right,
    But with the morning I awake.
    My life, my dreams, they dissapate.
    Through the day I live no more.
    Wishing for darkness
    I await the dusk for more.
    The stars come play,
    The moon says hey.
    My lids are heavy,
    My bed is warm.
    I take a breath,
    Then release.
    With the night
    My dreams take flight.

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    MootPoint commented on Dreams

    07-28-2009

    Ha, I like the picture your poem makes. Looks like a vase. Nice poem.

    Drivingczar commented on Dreams

    03-25-2009

    Great potential! Dream and write!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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