Tuesday, November 15th, 2011
Dream/Gleam
I dreamt you kissed me;
then
I sat on the wooden deck stairs,
listening to you sleep.Work hard and be persistent,
she told me, lucent judge,
while digging for coins.They gleamed in the dark earth,
perfect specimens
of our fictive history.
November 17th, 2011 at 02:39
such is love, starts in the heart and sometimes never gets past the mind…a dream within a dream pleasures of the mind.
great poem:)
thanks for the wonder
November 18th, 2011 at 23:06
thank you!