I rest my head
one more time
as i flow into sleep
thru swirls of a dreamland
who knows where......
passing deja vu loves
and familiar haunts
where fireflies dance
momentary visions
leaping into a fog
of adventure where......
i capture the sun
and ride the west wind
upon the good trusty
stallion of hope
cresting each wave where.....
life's lottey won
bearing gifts i roam
amid welcomes i beam
my ego exhaulted
challenge defeated where....
my heart continually beats
and sun after sun arises
to glorious mornings
of plenty which i know
one day will end and
and I shall pass on, where?....
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Good write Dusk.
Some are in a fog still, when they wakes up. A fog that never clears, as in 'I haven't the foggiest idea!'
You won the lottery then? (Verse 4)!
I stopped doing the lottery after my big win Orchi. If i'm only worth a tenner to them why bother.
It's like the Penny Arcades. I never won anything. I used to put it all back into the machines, until I had nowt left!
You pen a gem of a verse here Dusk where dreams soaked in hope take us to places of glorious adventure so we can wake with a smile in our hearts -- must have this delightful write in my faves.
Thank you so much Fay. I'm honoured to have this piece in your fav's.
May the sun arise for you for many, many more days to come and when we do pass I will meet you wherever that may be.
Andy
Gonna be a wonderful place there .... but flippin crowded...... croquet in the clouds...... and chet in the cumulus.
Can't see anything wrong with that d a.
brilliant utilisation of poetic format and repetition, to extract every ounce of your artistic ambition!
such a measured, yet intensely distilled study:
'the 'where' of next
'where' we all meet
that certainty of fate...'
Just an expression of the otherworldliness of our dreams when we change thought waves in sleep and enter that ethereal realm..... close to where the spiritual in us resides maybe.
Thank you for your kind words sir.
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