Once upon a full moon night
I dreamed a dream of a beautiful sight;
she was a woman, slim and tall,
out of her eyes pure power shone.
A room with her was filled by light,
all eyes to her were drawn as if by witches might.
As at the club she swayed and danced
she held all the men in the room entranced.
Few years after I awoke from the same dream,
Went of to work, not a sight unseen,
but that night as I headed to the dance,
what that dream foretold, finally made sense.
A contest entry
- PIF Contest by Luckintheshadows.
510 points, ended June 30, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Dreams are wonderful mysterious
adventures!! Well penned!
Write on and on.
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I'm a firm believer in dreams coming true. I love your poem, it's powerful, with vivid imagery.
Thanks for sharing this, and for entering my contest,
Luck. -
Dream ar magic...I agree...A great poem...dreaming a dream to find it come true makes you beleive in them!
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