I am but a dream...
flutter above me, rainbow chaser;
let not your heart be seduced by
the darkened resplendence of existence
you are the dancer
of winged foot
and fleet pirouette
that I'll never have a chance
to get to know
only because
such wishes are usually denied me
I could envelop you
in a breath of fresh air
and paint your sky with roses
as tokens of my affections...
but wayward souls
such as myself
see only imperfection
in the reflections of our hearts
I am but a dream...
don't try to enrapture me
with promises of fancied things
for I am disenchanted,
world-weary, slain inside
by rusty, serrated illusions
carved into the shell that once was
my heart
offer me naught
of precious baubles
and the other pretty things
most girls take a liking to...
for I won't inhabit this wasteland
too much longer
flutes resound in my ears,
reminiscent of your voice
which tempt me toward the sun
but I am forbidden from that oasis,
the everlasting paradise
where adoration can decorate me
with indigo silk and a ruby tiara
and all I touch could turn to pearls
instead, I am condemned,
trapped under the surface
of the river Lethe for all time
I am but a dream...
Author notes
(sigh) I suppose that true love will forever elude me...
Written May 21st, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
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450 points, ended February 19, 2007, 101 entries
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Very well done amazing poem. Thanks for putting it in my contest!
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Excellent two thumbs up!! Brava!!
Exquisite the rumble of spirit exudes the evasive part of soul so eloquently slips away the part of each that cannot be captured you have painted in words magnficently
"for I am disenchanted,
world-weary, slain inside
by rusty, serrated illusions
carved into the shell that once was
my heart" Awesome!!! Brava!!! Two thumbs up! Brilliant Much Love Myst...
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Oh my! You painted a gorgeous poem with your words, but those words sound so sad, so lonely...YOU know that the best is yet to come to you. YOU have that fire inside mixed with beauty and tenderness. I think that all that has been kept to be conquered by the right man. If I had your age (sigh) I would not worry with love just yet
This is a great poem Aurora, and a beautiful background you have here too.
Kisses,
Mari
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This is so beautiful. I love the background, and how it really seems to fit this poem. Your backgrounds usually blend well with your words...but this one seems to be made for this poem. Amazing.
The whole poem is very nicely written-I love the part about the tiara...I dunno. That part just stood out so clear and bright in my mind. Great flow, it sounds very natural and not forced in the least bit. As usual, great wording, and I love the ending. All around sparkling writing. Thanks for sharing
~blessings~
~rora -
The men that surround you see nothing of the beautiful woman inside. Yes, they are attracted the outward appearances, but none take the time to engage the warm, intellegent, witty person on the inside.
At times love is as elusive as that golden butterfly and we fear that we will never be able to capture that of what we seek. But I have faith that you will find, capture and nuture that special love at some point in your life. He is out there, that I'm sure.
~Willow~ -
Excellent write
Dear Raven,
This grabs at my heart
You have a way of bringing tears to my eyes. Love is going to find you my friend, and when it does...! You write the most beautiful pieces my friend, truly beautiful. I am looking forward to the day I read a write by you that is filled with the magic of love 
Thank you for sharing your soulful words.
--Johnny -
what a beautiful write with a beautiful image to accompany it
this was breathtakingly incredible
let not your heart be seduced by
the darkened resplendence of existence
those to lines were my favourite as they really reinoforced the powerul beautify yet haunting messgae of the poem well done
silver xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Beautiful(as is the Wench who wrote it)
Your true Love will come one day...Until then
For A Lovely Woman
Leo -
Sniffle, sniffle.... This is amazingly beautiful! The vocabulary in this just pulls the reader right in and hangs on for dear life. There is so much emotion in this, that it drips from every line. Such powerful feelings this evokes.
I am but a dream...
don't try to enrapture me
with promises of fancied things
for I am disenchanted,
world-weary, slain inside
by rusty, serrated illusions
carved into the shell that once was
my heartIt really tugs at the heart.
This stanza just astounds me! It is soooooo telling. One could "feel" your longing, and pain while reading this. This is written with such grace and eloquence, it's simply stunning! And, such wonderful use of metaphors throughout! Raven, this is magnificent, and certainly deserving of a gold! Brava, poetress friend, Brava!!
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ummm....ok.....let me make sure I got this right. The boy DOESN'T get the girl, right?
You know girl, if there's anyone here who writes sadder poems than me, it's certainly you. I guess we both major in heartache and heartbreak, yes? I suppose we should be more like "normal" people and concentrate on the important things in life like getting wasted and getting laid.
But, without people like us, where would the world get new sad love poems? And this was an EXCELLENT piece of the genre, my sad but illustrious friend. -
Almighty...this is fantastic...the emotions poured into this piece...followed by the word usage and flow...wow. You never cease to leave me in awe...your writes are so graceful and just...phenomenal! I loved this on so many level. It is always a pleasure to read your writes...Fantastic job!
~stay true~
-sydni
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