The moon looks like a sleepy eye
whose lid is half descended
I'm betting much the same as I
do now that day has ended
I'll go home as I always do
and crawl beneath the covers
to dream of dances in the dew
between forbidden lovers
but since I am a dreamer's son
whose grip is slowly slipping
I hope one day to greet the sun
and find my feet still dripping.
Are You Reading Me?
13 comments:
That's a really pleasant poem.. :)
I can relate to these words since I love my sleep. I thought you nailed it with the line about the dreamer's son. I loved that idea.
Ah yes...of course you will! Very romantic and well done.
I LOVE this!!!!!! Would be lovely to wake from a dream with such a tangible reminder......these nights I keep dreaming of the sea. But I wake up with dry feet........
loved this, especially the last stanza
I enjoyed this greatly. The 'dreamer's son' would, of course, be a dreamer too. And what dreams (of forbidden lovers) could be had?
Oh how I enjoyed the cadence and the rhyme scheme here, topped of with a dreamy message and wishful thinking. Nice way to start my evening here in the Sonora Desert.
loved the humor between the lines... fun write
Awesome. I love the double-meaning of grip (mental grip, toes gripping grass).
As always, fantastic rhyme and rhythm.
Dream..dream...that's what keeps life ticking!! The last line is immaculate :))
I loved this!
Great piece. That final stanza is magical--love it.
whilst reading this I am listening to The Wind Cries Mary. Don't know why, but they go so well somehow. Enjoyed the read very much. Thanks!
Thanks, I was playing around alternating stressed and unstressed endings, then I used homonyms as the stressed endings just for the fun of it, glad it worked.
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