I am not going to tell a lot about this poem… A little spooky hehe
Bright may not be the moonlight,
But the half-moon still very well shined,
The summer sprouts fell asleep,
And through the darkness came,
A cool breeze upon the pleasant moonlight gliding.
Sleep from inside me woke up and gripped,
The slow drowning leaving emotions one by one,
The muscles rested though no lullabies heard,
No dames to hold on to, just a surrender,
Upon the futon in the hall way,
Away from all into a world unknown.
Phantoms with ugly faces danced in nightmares seen,
Their screams and mocking laughs,
But these days, more than any monsters loneliness scares.
My subconscious mind screamed and back at them howled.
From behind upon a stallion it came,
Knocked me down with vengeance and tied me up,
To a deep dark cave where nothing I saw,
Darkness danced or were they shadows of doom?
Then slow pat on the forehead with a stick I felt,
“Open your eyes and watch me drown”
I heard the voice of a mid aged woman,
When from sleep into the dancing moonlight I woke,
Not so far, but not so near the Lilly pond I can see,
And into the pond slowly she walked and disappeared.
Fearless near to the pond I went,
Then to every sense of mine came what each sense can feel,
The story of a maid who became her master’s victim,
And after lust gone not knowing what to do,
Into the pond drowned her mercilessly,
His crime with the help of a dark angel she avenged.
And near the pond the light of her soul she tied,
Every lighthearted will run for life,
But this poet in all curiosity towards the pond walked.
The wind stopped, the half moon upon the clouds rested,
The sun in the east wearing his armor,
For the conquest of the day to come,
Up close to the pond when I reached I saw,
A single fresh blossomed Lilly in the dim moonlight,
Plucking the flower back to my new home, I walked,
Knowing and feeling a soul restlessly will wander,
In all probability until the end of time.
Another dream???? Creepy dream…LOL…I like the dream quality to this piece. I find it very hard to put a dream on paper in poetry form.
I did post my dream poem today if you want to take a look 🙂
Dreams can be most strange but I suspect though dream this may be there is more to it then that, then again maybe not. That is part of the furn of certain poems.
I love this poem. It is very well written and is very visual. I felt almost like I was there
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