Oh Dream, Dream, Dream
You who would dream,spin spiderwebs
and then lace your hands
in an iron grip
and cloak a soul in sadness
black lips, cracked sore,
seeking, searching for moisture,
you with a devil glint
and an eye for merriment,
cut the diamond sure and sharp
slept beneath stars
no need of tarp or mattress soft.
then wound the ivy
chilling and cool,
watched the misty monsters
and visited in eerie breath
then flew high
an eyrie hard to reach.
Oh the dream, the soft kiss,
the cold breath on heatened skin,
tousled nightmares,
and looking into somewhere,
finding nowhere,
just the cold bank of death
as it crept
This is loneliness you said,
pervading, all encompassing,
a windless shore
and the struggle of
hooves futile in their heaving hopes
of ever reaching land.
Oh glory, glorious and proud
and eclipse of mind
and soul searing cries,
we whip the wind
and in her frenzy,
you hold my hand
and we dine, die and lie.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-05-27 at 20:14
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