Sometimes,
before we fall asleep,
near future comes
to us in flashes,
like pinpricks of light that
pierce the dust in the cell
of our long life.
Golden visions,
marks on our skin,
ticks on a list,
dreams unbidden.
I see you older by a day,
laughing away.
I think there can be no sunlight
without your face.
In the instant before I sleep;
there is hope
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rebmasters (
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'Golden visions,
marks on our skin,
ticks on a list,
dreams unbidden.'
worded melancholy
in our moonlit yearnings,
sometimes there is comfort in just sharing
and realising, we're not alone
as other's have survived, where we've stalled..
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
A lovely thought - of all the billions of people on the planet, you read this poem. Or you have the same dream as someone you know, or they quote something that you've just read. The coincidences & simultaneities of life. Those golden visions may never be realised, but so many other different ones are.
This is a wonderful poem Reb. A waking dream that takes life with slumber. Excellent write.
Thank you my dear - 'a waking dream' seems to be my permanent state at the moment, which is both wonderful & terrible & just life I suppose x
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