How do you catch the rays of the Sun
And lift the veil of stale Dew
To feel the rush of warm Love
Comfort You

Don't you think if I knew
I'd only want to share it with You
Seek the Sun - Feel the Joy
In the Blue

We could rest on soft Clouds
Spin in the Air - Turnaround
Fly like Geese
Homeward Bound

Dreaming of You Is Poetry
When I shut my Eyes  I See
Only what I really want to See

Only You - Only You - Only You -  Yes - Only You

© Debra Lea Ryan
27.11.2024
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I live on the boat that smiles
It sails on the waves that laugh
The sun shines down from the sulking clouds
The water glitters with the distant past

I overslept again today.
Terrified of living life.

Too afraid.
To chase the sun.

I wish on the stars.
To play their part.

Wondering if I will ever be,
Good enough?

To live the life I've always dreamed.
Instead of falling fast asleep.

There's no room for me to breathe.
Suffocating and sabotaging.

The life I want for the life I don't.
Wasting away another day.

Running on empty.
Will it always be this way?

Instead I'll fall fast asleep.
Dreaming of what my life could be.

I've been American dreaming...a slumber of days untold.
American dreaming...a longing for the days of old.

Because old dogs can't seem to stop turning tricks and the lotto's been called again but I still haven't won my picks.

American dreaming of days of the past where bad things were common and women wore masks.

Of smiles and deceit to hide their fate from the men with knives who swore they'd made the pain fade.

Away to the future where "******" run amok, and the ones elected to "save" us couldn't give a f---.

Yes, I'm American dreaming, of a place welled up with pride, I'm American dreaming as we **** ourselves from the inside.

In a place screaming "Freedom" as we duck and run to hide.
The abyss pulls us closer as we put our trust into those who've lied,

to save their skin, because we only back the best...
I'm American dreaming...but I can't seem to get no rest.

What sweet memories
of not forgotten ,
lost in an overgrown
garden of time .
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Drifting down avenues
where displaced lovers
meet Hibiscus and Passion
Flower ,
who show them the way .
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Where long marble hallways
have thousands of rooms ,
and in each scented room
a cherub guards a dream .
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Because all dreams are real
and can live without us ,
though sometimes when
dreaming
a truth is revealed .