Some Dreams.., I never want to be awake I pray the night never end, leaving the stars to shine forever Some Dreams.., I never want the day to break I know, it's torment moments would haunt me forever Some say the remnants of the past Make joyous pearls in the brain folds for the present To me it’ is the reflections of memories from the future Breadcrumbs dropped, deceiving elusive realities to come Wingless Angels falling from the heavens Drenching the clouds on its way in blood Oceans merging in rages, submerging the mountains Tears from the skies causing the rivers to flood I feel I'm just a thought, I'm lost in someone’s mind Gathering pain for unknown losses to come by I drift in the wind, a sparrow amongst the dragons Waiting to be swallowed by stark naked skies My eyes, staring beyond the rain clouds to see the impending My heart, a candle unnoticed, burns in the day light, My face leans forward, blending tears of last raindrops falling I hear a whisper from within, powering my spirit You are not alone, foregone are the days forlorn Pain in your soul will never ever in wane Together our hearts will beat for us to move on Together we will share our grief and pain While my ears listen to the song of comfort Like the tender breeze that kisses to bloom the rose buds My heart lingers to carry the fragrance of tranquility Angels circle above turning fallen wings to colorful clouds
When the life woven in streaks of dreams
craft patterns blending colors for tomorrow,
my memories from the past melts
along with the mist, past my faded vision.
My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot prints
never stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.
My heart, like the reflections on dew drops
never stop following light, kindling the flare within
Like a lone child building the castle on the shore
far from the tide and the lingering wind,
hoping the night will drop its jewels over
I sit waiting in the shade left by the wise.
and ......
When I see the moon in full glory
Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom
And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom
To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings
Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream
Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom
And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom
To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings
Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream
Saturday, September 21, 2013
My Dream: Falling Angels (Poem)
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English Poems
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