Whispers of Dreams (A Poetic Collection) Page 2

Entwined

  Dream of me, my love, tonight.

  So I may roam up in your mind.

  Scent of skin and flesh to find,

  A trace of fairy dust entwined.

  Trails of decadent delight,

  Followed in the darkest light.

  Forest, sand and stars ignite,

  Sweeping up the bitter night.

  Tangled up in the sheen,

  Places gone or never seen.

  Eyes so deep, shine and gleam,

  Lost inside what they’ve seen.

  Your embrace, a dire need,

  If only for just a dream.

  Waking with the memory,

  Longing for your face to see.

  Doubt

  In doubt

  I lost perspective

  Somehow

  I resurrected

  My cowardice

  In likeness

  To something undefended

  Questions

  What if green were really yellow,

  And red really white?

  Would the sky be blue today,

  And black still tonight?

  What if rain were not rain,

  And snow not really snow?

  Would the seasons still be there,

  And would the wind still blow?

  What if trees were called birds,

  And grass really sand?

  Would everything still be the same,

  All across the land?

  What if words did not exist,

  And books, also gone?

  Would anyone be writing now,

  Where letters don’t belong?

  What if you did not exist,

  And were no longer here?

  I would be sad indeed,

  And shed for you a tear.

  What if it is not that way,

  And will never be?

  Will earth stay the way it is,

  For all eternity?

  One day

  There was this one night,

  So long ago

  Nothing had begun,

  As life began to flow

  My heart was not broken,

  And my tears were not shed

  My words were unspoken,

  And yet to be misled.

  Your face still unknown,

  Skin untainted by me.

  Your burning fingers,

  I’d yet to see.

  Time was still my friend,

  Unraveling softly.

  Under my veins you breathe,

  As rage burns me.

  Impulse

  I want just to touch you

  Now that would be like living

  I wish I could feel you

  That would be like heaven

  Can I breathe you in?

  Just for one slight second?

  I crave just to hold you

  Now that would be fulfilling.

  As Gray As This

  If there live days,

  As gray as this,

  Then I wish not to wake.

  To sleep, to die,

  To weep, to sigh,

  If not be what we make.

  Thoughts are what,

  My mind’s eye sees,

  And these not to be known.

  All the fault,

  That life has bought,

  You have displaced and shown.

  Souls

  All souls by nature

  Dark as hell

  So rare to find

  A soul so bright

  What a wonder

  What a soul would tell

  If ever made

  To step into light.

  Secret

  If you told the world your secret,

  Then what good is it to keep it?

  If you knew all there was to,

  Then what good is it to tell you?

  If you traveled everywhere,

  Then what good is it to be there?

  If life ceased to be rough,

  Then why need we to be tough?

  If you knew one thing’s for certain,

  Then what good is to have earned it?

  If you told the sky to fall,

  Then what good is life at all?

  Glimpse

  A glimpse of you, resonates

  In my willful past

  I find that I can’t emulate

  The destiny of last

  I don’t believe your memory

  Ever thought of me

  As I think, I contemplate

  The reason that would be

  The lines I see of your glance

  I wish I still could find

  To run my hands along those beds

  Emblazoned in my mind.

  Wallflower

  I am just a wallflower,

  You like to talk to.

  Is that all that I am?

  I am just a crying shoulder,

  You use often.

  Is that all that I am?

  And I fade,

  As soon as you leave me,

  All used up again.

  And I hope,

  Every time you leave me.

  You’ll become more than a friend.

  But I am still just a wallflower,

  You still like to talk to.

  Guess that’s all that I am.

  Shred

  These sentimental faces,

  That shred me into tears.

  There’s nothing like the pages,

  Of a manual of fears.

  But my life is in the middle,

  This is all that I can see.

  And it’s hard to keep my chin up,

  When the world crashed into me.

  While my scars bleed on forever,

  Like a pain inside my head.

  Silence, my forgiveness,

  Before I’m ever dead.

  Peace can only come with death,

  From this chaos in our brains.

  Where precious things can drizzle

  A slight of soothing rain.

  Dimensions

  Everyone wants a piece of us,

  Even when there’s nothing left.

  But it is me who holds me down,

  And the dark secrets I have kept.

  Inside my empty soul,

  What will revitalize my vision?

  When there’s nothing left to build on,

  I welcome this mass confusion.

  As tiny as a thought,

  Lost in this expansion.

  A moment of disappointment

  Brings utmost revelation.

  There is nothing in this world,

  That can make me breathe again.

  More than the leaving of this place,

  To forget of this dimension.

  Weaknesses

  My unimaginable sin,

  It creeps so intensely.

  Inside my troubled spirit,

  Aching to be free

  My sorry, fine weakness,

  Disturbs without release.

  Robs me of a higher grace,

  Never lets in peace.

  My unclear conscience,

  Brings utmost grief.

  Not knowing any of my way,

  A solitude so brief.