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Dreaming

Dreaming


When the moon rises
and you lay your body down
to dream,
where does your soul
go?

With whom do you dance?

When morning breaks
into
Light and Sound

do you remember the ecstasy?










 
 
— Kailashana, Aug 07, 2008

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DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

I like to think...

The dream is real, and when I wake I am actually enduring just another nightmare, ahhh, yes I remember the ecstasy, as I return each night, resuming the dance. Nice piece my friend, Mark
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 10 months ago

Dreaming

~A, this was so short but very powerful glad you shared~!
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orgami

17 years 10 months ago

night flow

under brilliant flare the jewel stars on dance floors of grand ghost cavern halls the beds of mystery the seas of eternity sunken with laden dark fancy This poem is delicious ripe fruit to savour on a wet Saturday raindrops tiny fingers pressed on a dream forgiveness
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

lamenting the stars, she was

lamenting the stars, she was absorbed in raindrops, her skin glistening tasting forbidden fruit, she surrendered to passionate dreams