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Pax 7d
Here I am
Dream-Walking
of a farfetch reality
----
It
was
good
sometimes they call it - lucid dreams. I can't say I have those, because whenever i wake up, it will just be lost in though as you get back to reality. Before i tried writing it down but then i just lost it, and never caring anymore, maybe because some of it has some bad endings. It appears more frequent than the good ones. I like these dreams, its like i am living a different life, wearing someone else's body, and living a totally farbending reality. You can say some of it is futuristics and some reoccuring horror stuff like zombies, i don't know why, i stop watching those series long before, haha.. Now you've reach this point on the authors note,  and i thank you for lestining. and one last point, a dream is just a dream, never lose your touch to reality.
High on a Mountain
Far Away
Hearts on Fire
As they Pray
All they Perceive
Even Dream
Of Peace and Love
For You and Me.


DLR &
05/07/2024
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My Heart in this Moment.
Rain Rain - Don't  go away
Keep washing my Heart
To Dream again!

Dream N!

Yeah!

©
DLR
4.7.24
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Dream N!
~
faded mauve
butterflies
fluttering along
defeated
selenitic walks
the sound of
abandoned ship bells
in the far
parlor north
but the guilt of
wind is silent
like Venetian whispers
from motionless lips

us, then
inward and upward
one step too far
a house of strangers
tipping like boats
seaworthy as sleep
oars divide
the ocean
but framed pictures
and love letters
unite the walls
to this unstable floor
then, us
always, us

~
In a wicked twilight- I had dreamt a suicidal dream, roaming
around deserted lands; screaming within. As every tear drop
was just a dew drop watering the lands; I once envisioned
as a blank page of life- those colours drained away.

My smile is covered in the ink of a tear; as I wondered if I
could catch them running quick- flowing to the pavement by
every blink. Soon after the rain-washed the days, everything I
once seen, became so, so, so bleak.

I caved into the arms of someone- her flush pink cheeks
injected the clouds with their colours, that you could pick
apart. Sealing the pit of despair in a glass jar, stealing from
time a lingering kiss, to scatter wide and far.

Hoping that this time, this time I won’t find comfort in
an element that burns in time's fire. Scorching my soul to
the ends of longing to meet death again.

            Till I realized, I wasn’t dreaming at all.
N Jun 27
I swear I’ve forgotten about you
Hours and days turned into months
without the torturous memory
of what you once were to me

But yesterday,
you revealed yourself to me in a dream
I was merely an observer taking in your beauty

Even in my sleep I couldn’t touch you
There was a great distance separating us,
but I could still see you, feel you

I saw all the parts of your life
where I no longer existed,
your new friends and the cities you visited
Till I was awakened by my burning jealousy
It’s been a while
Dive into my thoughts like a well-written tale;
to understand the part, you'll forever portray.
Embrace me in your fiery passion,
in a moment so divine -imagining it in
reverie the following day

And caress me gently; sweeter than
any dream that's ever been seen
Our love, a dream so surreal;
In moments lost, we find our appeal.
Kiss me until, we both wake up from that dream.
Dian Lestari Jun 24
The seasons have changed
People have moved on
My sky will never fall

From sun to sun
The sand grains keep running
My steps are burning

The wind blows hard
Rivers flow into the ocean
My feelings are wrapped in questions

Buds become flowers
White refracts color
My hopes are painted with a crown and honour

Today is hazy and miserable
Tomorrow, at the top of the golden ladder
Wait there,  I'm the winner!
You travel time and space
Show me your lovin' face
I hear your voice - breathe you in
Then you disappear again

Sometimes you shout and wake me up
Its cruel and sends me into shock
I rise to show I truly care
Acknowledge always you are there

Dream Talker or Heart Stalker
What do you want from me?
If you can not hang around
Then let my soul be free!

You really love my playful moon
That spirits us across my room
We dance and I hope we never stop
Till I hear Goodbye Love - I'm Off!

I often wonder will there be a day
You walk into my life
Instead of playing our mind games
Throughout the night!

Dream Talker or Heart Stalker
What do you want from me?
If you can not hang around
Then let my soul be free!

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
28/06/2010
The first write up of a Poem inspired by what transpired in deep sleep! Ha!  Funny hey when centred this piece it looks like a shoe print. I will leave the rest up to the readers imagination.
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