I dreamed a dream I never dreamed
In a land I've never been
When once in Plymouth by the sea
Pilgrim spirits bade unseen
Haunted shadowed plymouth nights
With silent moans of pilgrim plight
those ancient cold December nights
From harm they sought to hide
Dire in need their wits contrived
Searching merely to survive
The silence remembers still
Their numbing freezing chills
By a stone strewn brook her statue stands
Caped and capped pretty pilgrim girl
And I wondered while seeing her there
What deprivations were her share
What eloquence blessed her rest
While wishing her memory blessed
Unmarked graves on the little knell
As waves below rose and fell
Their joy so raggedly worn
No stars on high did warm
These are the thoughts I dreamed
Where now the gabled moonlight dwells
Yet knowing someone truly cared
Meant more than all the Earth
And some for certain were received
By God beside that lonely sea
(copyright Dec. 14, 2004)
TRUE LOVE STORY
LORD you know life is not easy
For a lonely old guy like me
Sailing clandestine seas
What a waste of amazing grace
playing blame games
LORD you are a jealous God
And I was made in your image
Build me a hut near a mountain top
Where I'll not hear their mocks
And threatening thoughts of Hell
Spare me their thoughts of Heaven
Descriptions of Gehenna
Let them not speak of Heaven
I wish only to be forgotten
From this mess I never sought
Shall we not be forgot
From life wearing plots
Sojourning through time
To find a cabin by a lake
With God and choirs of Angels
And the innocence
We wish we'd never lost
The palaces of kings are built
On the ruins of paradise
HAIKU NOIR
Life is a killer
Like a Boeing built bomber
High over Dresden
Never force yourself
Into someone elses life
Wait for an invite
Those extra somethings
Can be very hard to find
Like pearls of great price
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is beautifly deep. Wesley. Those palaces are built on the ruins of paradise, ruins often caused by the greediness of the one in the palaces. Yet they seem to be worshiped by those who would have palaces of their own, riches to hoard and worship.
Your poem has very pertinent hidden meanings, much food for thought. And is an excellent write

Dee



