I had a dream... At first no color no sound... But graying mist all around, Stone that was cool to the touch Making me feel that the sun had just gone down, I wandered around the still now darkened garden My instinct telling me that a treasure was soon to be found And there... pressed against the stone I found the bell And on it I laid a finger. As I prayed for an answer Soon silently the portal opened I stepped in side a dimly lit chamber But you were not to be seen. With a dainty step I moved ahead Sure I would have no regret.. Strains of music playing hauntingly But as yet not a single being. Drawn yet not pulled, called yet no one spoke a word I walked on Till steps descended and there before me, you were Seated on what appeared your throne At once I knew, I had found you... My Master, My Lord... My Love forever true.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
I actually had this dream, a bit more detailed though but this is the basic theme.... so not actually a poem but... well, a dream.
Hi Diana, Floating on the breath of a dream your words come floating into the mind and the picture you wish us to see is painted on the canvas of our mind. This piece flowed from beginning to end, it never lost sight of its story and I really enjoyed it. A really good write. Catch you later, Your friend, MIKE. Have a good day.
diana_1OPSan fernando, San Fernando Trinidad and TobagoAug 25, 2013
Thank you many thanks to you Mike just what I had hoped it would do....
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 25, 2013
You have penned a most beautiful piece that sings. Lovely work Diana.
diana_1OPSan fernando, San Fernando Trinidad and TobagoAug 25, 2013
Oh many thanks poet.... my heart did sing in the dream a melody... thank you...
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaAug 26, 2013
wow so beautifully painted with words, loved the ending
Comments (8)
it's gorgeous
in the descent, you found!
both beautiful and hopeful
Floating on the breath of a dream your words come floating into the mind and the picture you wish us to see is painted on the canvas of our mind. This piece flowed from beginning to end, it never lost sight of its story and I really enjoyed it.
A really good write.
Catch you later,
Your friend,
MIKE.
Have a good day.