A good night sleep is
a beautiful dream.
You whisper to me so elegantly
As you kiss my forehead My head on your chest Falling asleep To the rhythm of your heartbeat "Sweet dreams, my darling..." As our heavy heads hit the pillow We each drift into our own state Of unconsciousness * * * 4,728 miles from each other Time zones which feel as if We are light years apart You are falling asleep, As I am wide awake; Daydreaming The only thing that you can say Through the electric current is: "I will see you in my dreams, my darling..."
it was spring in the
dreamy outlands, serene rivers mantled by soft, rosy hue of freshly fallen petals— the zephyr blew a light kiss on our smiling, blush-painted faces dazed by the ever so pristine allure of this realm— and undying warmth of entwined fingers— until the end of the doze.
me, having too much sweetly sickening, saccharine dreams. i've been kinda obsessed with Japan lately, and i've been dreaming about going there too.
Baby come to me
With arms open wide And before you go to sleep I sincerely bid you goodnight Sweetdreams my love Oh yes please sleep tight For I will protect you In the darkness of the night
when eyes open to watch streams of light coming through the window and the heat is only starting. through the midday we forget what dream it was that kept the smile in deep sleep the rising temperature gets to head and we realise we are too hopeful. Simply by night exhausted our thoughts fighting sleep to have nutrition to get back on the bed, have a sweet dream wishing not to wake up, dream to no end.
kiss me one more time your cotton candy flesh has been dancing on my mind hold me closer tonight know when we are awake my breath is for you to take with you in your sweet dreams ? ... .. .
remember we wake up in an different world every day ... .. .
I think everyone dies
I truly do Every time they close their eyes They remain motionless for hours Until they are revived Do you disagree? Clearly you do Care to show me your proof So that it may sway me To a more accepted pasture "Well what of their vitality?" "They still move and shiver" "And they breathe as if alive" "Surely if something died" "Their movement would cease" Yes, their heart beats, and yes, they awaken But I truly think they, themselves, leave Why do I arrive at this? You mean how, Through a simple observation I suppose it, at least, to me It began like this: When blackest blanket with yellow dots encircled The sky and the heavens above I found myself watched and groped by the air For someone was watching me When nobody was there.
My Friend said to make my poem flow more instead of rhyme I disagree but here you go I attempted it.
Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches. The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion. I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand, seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood. Your caveats no longer reach me. But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does. Each loss is a new vulnerability. A subscript, for a long past bludgeon. The only whisper that still holds, is the one that tells of your past love for me.
These miss you nights go on forever
Echoes from my mind, to my heart Through my core ~ Yet they never Whisper any notion of When the waiting will be over Misty coloured mornings Gradually appease daylight hours Into nights injuriously Adept in loneliness. You are not here To wane these solitary nights That go on endlessly My security, is your love A deep feeling of joyfulness From the second I looked in your eyes When I saw my name Written in your soul On the nights - I miss you most These are the moments I console myself with Until the dream becomes a living reality