DREAMY DILEMMA
A still afternoon.
Quiet except for the sounds of children playing.
Summer haze lingers on just before the first moon.
Settling down for a nap my eyes flutter about in search of silence. My mind drifts off to a serene sanctury.
Here now at the precipice of deep slumber
I stand
waiting for calm winds to surge
me
forth.
You appear from a hidden fragment of my mind
to touch my hand. From the sha do w y depths
of imagination you claim my attention.
Altered by your presence I paralyse.
Clear and exuberant; a star burning bright like it once was. We.
I grapple to keep you at bay by rushing out to my sweet escape. Before you call out to me again
I savour the pleasure of a you-less sleep.
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Dulcet Musings of a Restless Mind
PoetryThese violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume. A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming...
