I dream in black and white sometimes,
Slip out of the frame and observe;
I dream within dreams within dreams all the time,
Never quite letting go my reserve.
For even my hopes know my secrets,
My limits of what life can be,
I wear masks in my sleep, strangers faces;
Yet never quite let my wants to run free.
For even in hiding I'm honest,
Sleeps landscape a fictional tool,
My mind twists my needs and desires;
In dreams I am still just a fool.
I long for the love that makes music,
That inspires, creates, dances wild,
A love that is perfect in all its disasters
A love that I dreamt as a child.
Just once I would like a new dreamscape,
Vivid colours that bleed through each scene,
To wear my own face as I fall through the skies
Into arms that are more than a dream.
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Bravo
So excellent and so lyrical! A terrific poem with wonderful rhyme and potent meter! Yes, the stuff of dreams most certainly! I loved this poem! bravo... bravo...
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Oh, long time no see at ap and you are back in the building with a fanfare of poetic creativity. This poignant piece, introspective and lyrical, had my heartstrings tugged, we dream the same dream and no, it's not a corny line from a hit song, many women dream this hon and you know, though sometimes you dream in black and white it's worth waiting for pastel hues to colour your days. Hope you are doing well dearest Em, all the very best, Yvette
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