Saturday, May 26, 2018

Drift Dreaming




Twilight of dreams
Deep recesses of the mind
Drift in a journey
To places never seen
The spirit faces
Of those never met
Eyes with stories
Never heard
The scent of unknown wine
Lingers gently
As dawn breaks

9 comments:

  1. I can feel this sense of waking from dreams... I would love to have that scent of wine...

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  2. You have captured that feeling we have when we wake from vivid dreams trying to remember and make sense.....wonderfully spun!

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  3. People never met, stories never heard.......so many amazing ones.........i love the mood in this poem!

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  4. This poem really gives me a sense of the dream! I can sense the images moving past.

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  5. The mood in this poem is quietly magical.

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  6. An intriguing, thought provoking piece, wonderfully rendered.

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