Deeply sleeping
Last night I dreamt
Of people long gone
And woke up weeping
The dream so real
We were laughing,
talking and smiling
I knew how I would feel
Why is it that we dream of the dead?
Afraid to let go, or just want to be close
They all seemed so happy
I promised, no tears would be shed
Last night I dreamt and lost time
Only to awake and feel melancholly
It's hard to understand why they go away
Last night I dreamt, the memories are mine
That's a beautiful poem. full of warmth and love for lost friends and family. nice writing.
ReplyDeleteI love the place you live. I have always wanted to visit but I get off on the wroong road looking for the pot of gold.
such beauty in your words...lovely.
ReplyDeletehugs
You've put into a poem what happens to me on a regular basis. What is difficult to handle is the feeling that remains for the remainder of the day after a dream such as this.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done.
This one touched my heartH! Would you like that? To see me and Billy fucking...
ReplyDeleteLovely.. :)
Ugh..Sumit, thanks for stopping by , I think... Who the heck is BIlly and why would I want to watch?
ReplyDeleteStill laughing...
Wysteria
wow,
ReplyDeletewhat powerful job.
keep it up.