Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Posted on November 17, 2015 by neuroticphilosopher
In my dreams
I see you all again
like yesterday
when yesterday was nineteen ninety two
We haven’t aged,
Tho’ our eyes have changed
Our world is torn in two.
It could be more, say, three or four?
Who knows for sure
We stopped counting
The worlds didn’t need us pure.
Been many moons blue
Some lies were true
We still keep in our hearts
Who, really, was who.
You speak for long
I hear along
And as you stall
I tell my tale
But, do I tell you all?
I know your love from years ago
Did I know then
Or, would you know now?
We didn’t stop to think
Amidst ceaseless time
So time went by a blink;
In all our planning
On maps a-spanning
Did we plan on being strangers?
Tha’ crept up somehow
Distant lands in tow
Too late for any changes.
Lo! Nothing’s lost, we both fall
In my dream, into a hall
Again, I see
My eyes so clear
Every one I once held dear
We dance with joy
Whoop, whoop, ahoy!!
Some dreams are full of cheer
As minutes go by
I feel your cry
Then gray clouds fall
I lose you all
But, I hear your call,
I think
You sing along a mighty tune
You never used to sing!
I know then
It’s not you,
after all
I am just dreaming.
In my dream you write
Long letters to me
Pages and pages
and we still fight
Sometimes all night
Image is what ages
In my dream you know
I lost your present
And then, your echoing whisper
Past and future together
Merge in this dream
that morning light makes crisper
You simply smile, and lead me on
Stand still or make a shimmer
Then you too are gone
I float all alone
With eyes of sparkling glimmer.
Are dreams my own?
Or will they stay?
I will keep them, if I may.
They are not you
Not at all
But that is where we play.
ID
To friends, relations and soul mates I have not seen in years, except in my dreams. We are not old enough to stop hoping we will meet again. However, I don’t know, if they hope the same as me. I am grateful for the images in my dreams where we share our stories, nonetheless.
Category: I think.., Poetry, UncategorizedTags: age, distance, dreams, friends, friendship, hope, life, loss, love, stories, Youth
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I will come in your dreams. forever. :*