"My Waking Dreams..."

"My Waking Dreams..."

A Poem by Chris
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A moment's pause

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"My Waking Dreams..."

There is no silence to the world
as ev'ry breath bares a cost.
The whispers echo soft yet clear
to ears a'listenin close and dear,
and with eyes so full 
of ghostlets sway that
dance the eventide ...memories...
of was and may
and weren't
...fill and flow - dreams ya know
...and those that aren't.

Soft - so soft the tears
that gently fill and slowly fall 
to dry and mark the edges of hopes -
wish-full dreams... glistening, glistening
...edges...
as thoughts unbidden ply and pry
and grasp and tighten
as fingertips reach...and reach...
just TOUCH...touch and fall away
as bits shatter and swirl -
fragments fading, falling,  flowing
drifting the currents of "now"
become then once more.

Lips curl of their own ...intent,
and breath stutters with each heartbeat's grasp
and I understand the shaking hands
and ev'ry why there always is...
and continue to stand
found in the thens of all the "nows"
'til moonlit shadows fade into dawn
and the sunrise finds
...me...
gazing through the glass
a salted-sea myst
filled with all the wishes
of heart and home.

Chris

© 2016 Chris



Author's Note

Chris
all words are as I want them - including spelling.

Feel free.

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Longing for a place you know but have never been can make the journey difficult but that knowing urges us on, bringing comfort- gazing through the glass-lookingbfrom outside in?...clarity can be confusing but the truth is addictive🌹

Posted 4 Months Ago


Chris

4 Months Ago

"Life as we live it..."
The wants, the hopes and the wishes of our hearts played out in a nightly kaliedoscope, till mornings' first light...sigh. An intriguing write.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris

9 Months Ago

Glad you're thought-full.
Remembrances of a sea wall

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris

9 Months Ago

We share a lot of our selves on those - don't we?
Stephany

9 Months Ago

Indeed....
Ok this has given me goosebumps I love it I can imagine where it would take place

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris

9 Months Ago

...we have so many mornings and mournings after midnaught dreams...and what we do marks the mysts wi.. read more
Another great piece my friend. I was playing my guitar before I read this and it brought to mind a new blues melody. Your a real talent.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Aloha Chris, this is lovely pouring of thoughts and emotion. Intense but has a gentle touch to it. I really loved the following lines...

"Soft - so soft the tears
that gently fill and slowly fall
to dry and mark the edges of hopes -
wish-full dreams... glistening, glistening
...edges..."

Izzy

Posted 1 Year Ago


Wonderful words.....enjoyed :) x

Posted 1 Year Ago


i really like it. nice work

Posted 1 Year Ago


Wow... That was utterly, completely and perfectly beautiful.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Long time Chris, wonderful words, well enjoyed.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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