douglas Posted January 5, 2014 Posted January 5, 2014 The Dreamer each night i am pulled into your nefarious embraceyour dry fingertips seductively pushing my eyelids shutas i lay my body down within its soft nocturnal tombdeftly you lead me deeper and deeperaway from the lightfrom all that is familiarfrom all that i think i know of myselfuntil i am left abandonedin the middle of a dark and endless plainencompassed by a horizon i do not recogniseand thereall that is stored within my head spills outonto a parched firmament which devours each aspect and visioni have carefully collected and stored within my consciousnesssuddenly i am surrounded by strangely familiar druidswho chant wild prayers and dance around mewhile menacing birds circle in a dark sky aboveand to my rightblue fish lie gasping dry airthey cry cerulean tears which ooze from their eyesas thick as oil paintand then everything disappearsi am left suspended within an endless concrete corridorblack to the back of mewith a faint light flickering far aheadin the distance i see a caped figure approachingwith arms extended in a terrifying gesture of embraceis it you?he stands before mei pull back the capeand find myself staring back at mewith an intensity that causes my soul and core to shudderi realize that once againi have fallen out of timeonly to confront an inevitable destiny Quote To receive love, you have to give it...
dcmarti1 Posted January 5, 2014 Posted January 5, 2014 i have fallen out of time Oh, yes, love the whole mood this evokes, as well as the rest of the piece. Great for the New Year, or Halloween. ;) Quote
tonyv Posted January 9, 2014 Posted January 9, 2014 Agree with Marti. Some gems in this reminiscent of a vision quest: until i am left abandonedin the middle of a dark and endless plainencompassed by a horizon i do not recognise ... suddenly i am surrounded by strangely familiar druidswho chant wild prayers and dance around mewhile menacing birds circle in a dark sky aboveand to my rightblue fish lie gasping dry airthey cry cerulean tears which ooze from their eyesas thick as oil paintand then everything disappears... It gets a bit spooky near the end until I remember that this is ... The Dreamer. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
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