In my Dreams

Masking

Who was it who stood,
On the peak of my dreams.
Young woman of the shadows,
Where is it that you go?

I can't see you now,
But there are slight glimpses.
As vocals from you ensued,
There was a place I heard.

At the end of it all,
And where I am waking.
The rising sun won't recall,
Your eyes as they saw me.

I sit now in the thought,
That it might be finished.
Where Dreaming with you ceasing,
Is the fear that I know.

And I sit and wonder.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2020 22:17
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 29
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    May that dream become reality.

    Andy



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