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Heart to heart, through the wires, through the air, we share ourselves.
Dream to dream, night to night, an ethereal arc through the heavens, from you to I.
Each trapped in a separate, vivid un-reality;
Each in turmoil - silent and blind.
Breathing fast, tangled in sheets, desperate, I reach for you.
You can't hear me, you're busy with a battle of your own.
Hundreds of miles apart, we are united.
Heart to heart, dream to dream.
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Author notes
A close friend and I had similar very distressing dreams involving each other on the same night. We live hundreds of miles apart and don't get to see each other half as much as we'd like to. I like to think that our dreams are a link between us, there's a connection telling us to make more of an effort to see each other.
I'm still here, sweet. Can you hear me calling?
Blessed Be, love.
*~Huntress~*
A contest entry
- Dreams by Samplette.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A beautiful piece of poetry. You took the "Dream" prompt and brought it alive. One line has two typos.
"Eeach in turmiol - silent and blind"
Other than that, very nicely done. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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Thanks
Glad you liked it
Can't believe I left typos, the first time ever! Guess I was just too close to the poem when I wrote and read it, caught in the moment. All fixed now!
*~Huntress~*
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