In My Dreams
Posted on July 23, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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“We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.”
Judy Garland
In my dreams you are there, dark silhouette of a man
my sleeping eyes flutter to the hammering beat
of the song you sing when my heart takes wing
as the plaintive notes bleed into my trembling hands.
But only with the lush red wine of ancient vines
drunk with the coming of ebony night,
and the sharpest closing of reality’s door
are you there, haunting my dreams once more.
So let the wine flow through barren lips which long to kiss
and fill these empty spaces, for what will be, will be
as leaden eyes welcome blissful sleep, I fall into the blue abyss
where my lonely heart lives in faded dreams of you and me.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Ah, I know those faded dreams of you and me………they come back to remind us of what once was, and what dreams might have been…..beautifully done.
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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Another poetic gem! ☺❤
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Thanks Walt. 😊❤️
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So sad…
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Thank you. That was the emotion I wanted to convey. I appreciate your kind words.
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Ah, dreaming of past loves is so painful and beautiful at the same time. Well done!
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Thank you Sarah. You are too kind.
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Love this especially; “So let the wine flow through barren lips which long to kiss.” 💖 Beautiful poem, Linda 😊
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Thank you Sanaa!
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Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous
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Thank you! You make me smile.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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