Whispers born
Upon the lips
Within a dream
Sweet words kissed
The slanted moment
Of a awkward breath
Whose fleeting sound
Died its death.
Warm air which
Moved your hair
Its rings and curls
Who did but dare
To open up
A scented gaze
A lonely road
A strange new place.
Your heartbeat ragged
Upon pursuing night
Tears restrained
Within your sight
Each step which leads
To brighter thoughts
An hour reached
Its magic caught.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
Such romance in a poem and in a dream. Nicely worded Norman you captured the elusive nature of love and dreams and tied them together. A wonderful poem and a fave
most kind, much appreciated, many thanks
Most welcome Norman
Wonderfully expressed, dear friend 👍🏻🕊️🙏
thanking you, always appreciated
Most welcome as ever
Good write N.
Yes - magic caught - a bus? Or was it a mirage?! lol.
had to be a mirage lol
Will a bus EVER turn up? Has one EVER turned up? lol. Or else - what 's the point of that bus stop? Is it just a piece of junk street furniture standing there?!
Maybe its a piece of urban art that has fooled us all lol
Norman, this brought back that feeling of encountering someone or something that changes the atmosphere around you without a word being spoken. The poem captures those quiet moments that somehow become unforgettable. Really enjoyed this one, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, always appreciated
Fine romantic words Norman.
Andy
thank you very much appreciated
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