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I spent today in tears and anguish, grieving for the night Crying for the dreams that I have left there in my flight Running from those thoughts that I have witnessed, second sight I cannot now escape, although I try with all my might I know that with the sun, that I must bid my dreams adieu Now unrecalled in memory, this translunary view To leave therein dementia.. felicity askew I wonder, could my incubus derive from thoughts of you The morning finds me quite disturbed, normality withdrawn Each evening sees me back again the dreams go on.. and on Unable to however, see enigma denouement These cherubs in the darkness, come as demons with the dawn It leaves me to myself, and to my tears when I’m awake Could it be that only in the night, my hope opaque? If so then I must question, if I sleep what is at stake I cannot comprehend uncounted reasons.. that I shake My children come inside to smiles and laughter on their day Then back outside beneath the blue umbrella sky, to play Their innocence, once again will serve to so allay These bitter tears unnoticed, as I wipe each one away Photographs stare back at me, to further my confusion At times they seem to speak to me, an optical illusion But, if I should remove them, could it cause sorrows preclusion? And so prevent these dreams, and offer love some restitution And so repay a debt or two incurred there in the night Relieving some small portion of the pain I here, recite Reveal to me within my dreams, that shining silver light Then and only then perhaps, my love and I.. shall reunite But til then I guess I am a victim, set upon By what my mind has shown me, and by what will carry on And hope my dreams release me in the morning, to be gone For angels in the dead of night are demons.. with the dawn. Dean Evans 9-30-14
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
DEMONS WITH THE DAWN
I spent today in tears and anguish, grieving for the night Crying for the dreams that I have left there in my flight Running from those thoughts that I have witnessed, second sight I cannot now escape, although I try with all my might I know that with the sun, that I must bid my dreams adieu Now unrecalled in memory, this translunary view To leave therein dementia.. felicity askew I wonder, could my incubus derive from thoughts of you The morning finds me quite disturbed, normality withdrawn Each evening sees me back again the dreams go on.. and on Unable to however, see enigma denouement These cherubs in the darkness, come as demons with the dawn It leaves me to myself, and to my tears when I’m awake Could it be that only in the night, my hope opaque? If so then I must question, if I sleep what is at stake I cannot comprehend uncounted reasons.. that I shake My children come inside to smiles and laughter on their day Then back outside beneath the blue umbrella sky, to play Their innocence, once again will serve to so allay These bitter tears unnoticed, as I wipe each one away Photographs stare back at me, to further my confusion At times they seem to speak to me, an optical illusion But, if I should remove them, could it cause sorrows preclusion? And so prevent these dreams, and offer love some restitution And so repay a debt or two incurred there in the night Relieving some small portion of the pain I here, recite Reveal to me within my dreams, that shining silver light Then and only then perhaps, my love and I.. shall reunite But til then I guess I am a victim, set upon By what my mind has shown me, and by what will carry on And hope my dreams release me in the morning, to be gone For angels in the dead of night are demons.. with the dawn. Dean Evans 9-30-14
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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