Mist of Morning Light
In the mist of morning light,
all dreams run back into the vanishing night.
The witching hour has come and past,
and fantasy fades until nothing lasts.
Our hopes slip away with the coming of the day.
Our dreams die leaving questions of why.
Do they ever come back from that blanket of black?
Will we ever have them again when the next night begins?
Only time will tell the dreaming tale of Men.
Only in our dreams will we be loved once again.
(Mistycalpoet Sept/2010)
Bob Blackwell
Coleridge said "What if we slept and dreamt we went to heaven and saw a rose, what if we woke to find that rose in our hand" Sweet dreams
Coleridge said "What if we slept and dreamt we went to heaven and saw a rose, what if we woke to find that rose in our hand" Sweet dreams
Ben Gieske
Nicely expressed. Says much about life.
Nicely expressed. Says much about life.
emilou g:)emotions in words
Each morning is a new gift... bringing a promise of another dreamful night at the end of the day. ........ SMILE!
Each morning is a new gift... bringing a promise of another dreamful night at the end of the day. ........ SMILE!
Michael J. Gale
A real dream of a poem that be dreamy and happy more,after the nightmares have fled Our souls and sleep of peace. Great poem!
A real dream of a poem that be dreamy and happy more,after the nightmares have fled Our souls and sleep of peace. Great poem!
Ben Gieske
Thaks for the many ways in which we can experience life and so many of the its meanings.
Thaks for the many ways in which we can experience life and so many of the its meanings.
bogpan
In this picture the morning light I have no issues and ways remains pure dream and life is another.
In this picture the morning light I have no issues and ways remains pure dream and life is another.
Michael J. Gale
Nice words!
Nice words!
Nikunj
the dreams that get lost in the womb of darkness , they take shape in the first ray of the morning , only we need to capture em in our eyes and hold them till the spring showers the parched land of hope ...
the dreams that get lost in the womb of darkness , they take shape in the first ray of the morning , only we need to capture em in our eyes and hold them till the spring showers the parched land of hope ...
Mark L. Berryann
A poem of lost hope and lost love. You ended this with two very memorable lines! This poem stands out.
A poem of lost hope and lost love. You ended this with two very memorable lines! This poem stands out.
Ben Gieske
I enjoyed this one. A fitting picture to match.
I enjoyed this one. A fitting picture to match.
sridevi
so very true !!!!
so very true !!!!
Enjoyed!