when heaven graces beauty and passion you get us,
a love to match no other,
a bond of eternal slumber.
you are my light and life,
my eternal soul,
bright and more beautiful than heaven itself...
she's running through my mind,
im chasing, trying to catch up,
i really dont want to...
her golden hair swims into view,
flitting through my dreams,
calming me...
im running with arms bare,
she running back at me.
a sunset sets us both on fire,
and in my heart i know i love her...
so sweet dreams for me,
and may you find what your looking for inside my head.
may you calm me once more,
as i drift into another dream...
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dont know where this came from...
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The first stanza is really elegant, but the poem starts to fill more forced as you go along. It feels like you had to say something, but didn't quite know how to put it.
Poetry indeed has a voice of its own. Sometimes, it is our voice filtered through beautiful prose, and rhyme. Sometimes, I'm not sure what muse came up with the things I spill. Occasionally, it happens all at once. However, sometimes, I have to learn to quit writing the poem to death, and let it be.
Everyone is different. Best of luc
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