Awake from dreams
Of loving you,
And hate the morning sun,
For you wait in the twilight,
And still whisper, “Lover, come …
Back to the place we started,
And to where our love began;
A place within our dreams
Made of the Sandman’s sand.”
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Resting across the theta waves
Of Ocean Memory,
I sail to it each night,
And its warm walls shelter me,
But with morning castle crumbles,
And the sand is washed away,
And I curse myself a fool
To think that it could ever stay.
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I no longer know you,
Though you’ve never left my sight…
Small comforts come with slumber,
You still love me in the night…
Beautifully penned, ST. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You have no idea, and I know that is a clichéd phrase, but you really don’t how much some very kind feedback means to me. I’m writing again, and I have a lot to get out. I will return the favour soon, trust.
I look forward to reading more. We’ve all been there my friend, I too know what kind feedback did for me when I needed to hear it from a fellow writer, I just continue to pay that kindness forward. It’s become a part of who I am. Appreciate you.
Damian
I wrote to another commenter, and I’ve told many people about it over the years, that I had a poetry home way back in 1996 that wasn’t too big, super-cool people, but it shut down and I moved to a bigger site in 2007 (which I just deleted my account, along with 8,000 some poems a few weeks ago, tired of the drama).
I NEVER thought I’d post one more poem again online in my life. But my good m8 M.E. posted a link to a poem of his here, and I poked around a bit, and thought, YES, this is the kind of place I have missed.
I really appreciate you, too, man. This is the kind of site, perfect size user-base, where I can read and give feedback without feeling overwhelmed or sucked into cliques, or any of that awful, AWFUL drama.
Thank you again. You’ve really, well, I feel like the night has stolen any more of my words, but just thank you.