Once In My Dreams

The cold air kisses me,

When I remember,

A broken love’s memory.

Deep in my slumber,

Images I can’t see,

It lingers further,

To an unspoken reality.

The apparition of my desires,

Coming forth in every while,

I wake up in ire,

To my dreams, I beguile.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. writerjaymaul
    Nov 21, 2012 @ 03:59:10

    The first line really sets the pace. For the whole poem I can feel the haunting, lonely kiss of winter wind.


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