Scattered Dreams
I awake in the early hours
darkness still wrapping itself around me
the silence of the world enveloping my mind
I remember pieces of the dream
there was a touch... a voice
a distant memory pulled from the depths
I feel myself lost in the dreams
quietly drifting through lonely light
a scattered dream no matter how hard I try
the pieces never seem to fit
they never bring the peace....
You were the angel that made feel whole
I see the broken memories
of what was then and is now gone unfold
your eyes burning bright
the whispers under the sun and stars
that a forever could have been so easy
the feel of your body against mine
a tiny arm around my waist
a gentle smile crossing your face
a deep sigh as sleep took you away for a few hours
You said I was your protector of shadows
that when I lay by your side I kept the demons at bay
that when you saw me I became the artist of scars
I lie here now willing sleep to take me to you
to the time when life seem easier
When the suns warmth reached me to the core
now I find it cold and unwelcoming
daylight offers no relief from the pain I feel
When the sky turns from blue to black
I close my eyes and wait for another piece of my memories take hold of me
maybe one day I can lie here and will see the picture complete
until then I'll take my scattered dreams of you
Your hair like a halo as we danced to an old song
the sound of laughter on the wind
The smell of your skin as I held you in my arms
I lie here and I swear I can smell the vanilla the musk everything that was you.
The purity of your soul the innocence of your love.
Dreams keep you close to my heart
Small moments I take with me every day
I will find you my love
I will search every memory
break down every dream and I will find you
with my heart and my soul I promise you
The scattered dreams will become whole
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Поэзия'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
