A walk in my sleep joins a run in my dream
A pebble removed from the bed of a stream
Solid ground turns to liquid the liquid to steam
Wafting off with the air that I breathe
Five days in a row now I've been wide awake
The tour of dreamland is a fatal mistake
Hung drawn and quartered burned at the stake
In a realm where the doubters believe
I was then judged by martyrs who died for a cause
My past sins exposed as they pick at my flaws
Fed to hellhounds with guillotine blades in their jaws
Spat back out as they turn tail to leave
What could frighten a ravenous blood thirsty pack
The hairs on my neck stood with those on my back
She appeared with the heads of the damned in a sack
No attempt to be coy or deceive
I was gone the dark siren had fire in her eyes
Her smile stripped me of hope and removed my disguise
To wake up in your arms was the ultimate prize
Saved again by the magic you weave
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this is positively spellbinding sir
Cheers Neville
Been a while
Good to see you still going strong
Appreciate your time
"To wake up in your arms was the ultimate prize"...so sweet! I really enjoyed the whole poem! Its really quite beautiful, Stevie, to see the way it all works out. x
Many thanks Christina
Always a pleasure to see you here
And always so grateful for your kind words x
My dear Peto, I cannot help but say this reminds me of Braveheart. Imagery is truly brilliant. 💖
Add a kilt to the mix
Thank you Teddy
A walk turns to run a pebble removed
I said, damned not Coyle or deceived, saved by a magic weave, and that’s just picking just excellent words that screw together 1 million times stronger than I could ever say in a short bursts of clever. You got it going on!
Thanks Bobby
Inspiring as ever
Hope my words Express my gratitude
For such support
Extremely grateful
….like King Kong
The spell that your dream weaves is both frightening and rhetorically beautiful. Saved by the magic, there's definitely magic here!
Thank you Bella
Glad you caught my drift
Appreciate you visiting and commenting very much
'A walk in my sleep joins a run in my dream'
like a fated remembrance almost turned fatal remembrance or wounded by remembrance of past selves and ended in a bit of bliss.
mystical write!
Ah
Thank you sage
Always so uplifting and very much appreciated
WOW! This one of the most visual poems I've ever read. Hit straight to my heart. Amazing work!
Thank you lemon
For looking back and such a kind and supportive review
Truly grateful
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