It’s likely she’s living in my dreams
I need to travel through several
dreams before I wake
Lively eyes of a troubled wildling
who seeks passion in the night
In a bid to escape her past
and a hope to touch the future
and to sculpt it
because she couldn’t
before
When you can be whatever you need
I can always help you be free
It’s alright when it’s your fault
It’s not a bother
I’m here for your facile wants
It’s easy to fall for you
when all you are is yourself
It’s easy to find you here, here in my dreams
Our current joys are shaking
Will we feel the
after
effects of an earthquake as I wake up
to the doom of our lonely life
The imaginary life vanishes like
forgotten words of a used up old God
Will I think of our time as a
dream or a nightmare?
What do you believe?
Were we a dream or a nightmare?
this is beautiful, i really like the thought behind it.
I’m glad you do 🙂
beautifully written
Thank you Neha 🙂
Beautiful ❤️
Thank you Pavithra! Glad you liked it 🙂
I’m sure that some dreams influence our poetry. Nice verse.
Art
and vice versa! Thank you 🙂
A thoughtful poem, full of insight and acceptance. Love it.
Gwen.
Thank you Gwen. Glad you liked it 🙂