Sunday, January 19, 2014

Dreaming of you



It is not yet dawn

But I nestle in your back

Curled up like puppies

 

And I hear you sigh

I am a fine conjuror

It’s years since you’ve gone

 

But you’re here again

Carried back by memories

Sad trinkets of joy

 

The spirits hold you fast

Invisible twine ensures

I don't steal you back

 

I breathe in your scent

But I must not fall asleep

Neglect will lose you

 

But I am so weak

Morpheus has bent over me

You are gone by dawn

11 comments:

  1. Such luscious dreams can linger throughout the day. It's nice to stay in bed and savor them. Well penned OE.

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  2. It's sad that sweetest dreams are gone with the dawn. This is lovely.

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  3. This one tricky...if the dream - night or day? if not - stay in the bed...actually in all cases - keep sleeping ;)

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  4. Reflecting on the good old times are just wonderful.It keeps the spirits up. Nicely oldegg!

    Hank

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  5. just what memories are for;) Nice!

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  6. I know this dream and I too, try to hang on as long as possible,

    Elizabeth

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  7. Lovely poem. Wordle words took you to memories, too. Well wordled!

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  8. Loss of a love is really heartbreaking. You have expressed this so beautifully.

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  9. ah! the stuff oh dreams "gone by dawn" Sigh!!! have a nice Wednesday

    much love...

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