the dreamer

the dreamer waits
for his apparitions to be

but yet he sleeps
without truth and without hope

day whether into night
and the night bears forth a new day

yet his dreams remain same
but his mind drifts insane

slowly in a continuum
his dreams lost its face
and then surely as the rising sun
the dreamer lost his space

there shall be no more dreams
like there was no one at his grave side


maybe, just maybe
the human mind is more than we think




Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 12:08

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