At dawn, a dreamer dreams so clearly,
so calmly and so cavalierly;
beholds a blazing star
bring glory from afar.
At noon, as day drags on all dreary;
his heart now aches and eyes grow weary;
he walks the lonely sand
where he first held her hand.
At twilight, treading oh so sadly,
he wanders where he missed her madly;
by solitary well
lays down like empty shell.
At dusk, his dream is damned by duty;
his star, once radiating beauty,
is fading in the east,
day dies and dreaming’s ceased.
At night, he dreams her back to living;
her faithlessness needs no forgiving;
her mentors share the shame;
she’s not the one to blame.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2021 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Beautiful!
Good loving write Kevin.
Andyu
Good write Kevin.
I can only reiterate how beautiful your words read - to your audience here on mps,
I can't imagine how the person they're dedicated-to, must feel..
a great write!
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