I saw you fading
In the hour
Of a dream
Ive yet to dream.
Surrounded
By the faces
Of dead poets
Set to scream.
Take the daylight
Winter skies
Wrinkled cold
Looking down
From hidden steeples
Words draped, words bold.
Take my hand
With knuckles gnarled
Drag injustice
From angry street.
Speak your truth
Your passion keep.
Amber clouds
Fading rainbow
A single tear
Lulled to sleep
A forlorn kiss
In a wilderness
Of a dream
Ive yet to dream.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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Comments1
So beautifully worded this poem is ethereal and a bit haunting it drifts through the mind like a soft fog exposing and hiding feelings and meaning that disappear and reappear as ghosts
aptly summed up, thanking you
A happy New Year to you
you too
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