Her voice was calling me... Dreams are strange, they jump you around.


DREAM

What am I doing here, waiting for the telephone to ring?
Didn't she make it clear? She didn't want to have anything to do with me.
Running down the street, chasing a car that's leaving me so far behind.
The shadow of her face, haunting me, and weighing heavily on my mind.
Her voice is calling me from nowhere. As I lay upon my bed. Saying remember this when you wake up. Love is only in your head
What am I doing here? Dancing with her in the pale moon light? Didn't she make it clear? She wants to dance with me all through the starry night.
She dances her dance, and spins her spell, then soon the flames of passion rise.
I pull her close to kiss her lips, but she disappears before my eyes.
What am I doing here? Watching shadows slowly move acxross the wall.
Something that she said, I can't recall a single thing she said, at all.
Her voice is calling me from nowhere, as I lay upon my bed.
Saying remember this when you wake up,
Love is only in your head, it's an imaginenation of the mind!
And when I woke up, I found it was only a dream, brought by the little pieces of death that we call sleep.

RL SR



Poetry by rob lester
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Written on 2011-04-28 at 12:35

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