Elusive as the Dream

Elusive as the Dream

A Poem by Emily B
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for Dostani and The Broken Poet

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Am I real, today?

Hovering somewhere between
the darkness and the light
like a spirit
or a dream

I feel the vibrations
of a thousand
heart beats.

You felt it, too.

and if the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we.

The rain was real
but it's gone
now.

And knowing
that you and I and he
all felt the same void

last night in our dreams

suddenly
makes it all seem
less lonely.

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
Three people from across the country had the same dream one dark and rainy night. It affected them so deeply that come morning they were still shaken and wondering. It was the same dream except for each person the big, scary monster was drawn from each person's deepest self doubt. The rain and the doubt didn't begin to lift until the words came.

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When I read this, my first thoughts were of the French expression l'heure bleue (Blue hour) - which refers to the hour experienced between the hours of daylight and darkness. This period of the day is considered special, because of the quality of the light.

In the case of your beautifully poetic composition, I found this was because of the quality of the write, which made it special.

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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it is always amazing how people find themselves in snych. I like this piece so much. it always amazes me when people talk about how spirit and connection is all in our minds. There is proof around us everyday when we are open to it.
lovely piece

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Knowing that you and I and he
all felt the same void
last night in our dreams
suddenly
makes it all seem
less lonely

What a touching dedication; simply beautiful. That these spirits moved the heavens and reached into the twilight hours of the dreams of three souls; weaving them together into a shared experience. Amazing.


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

When I read this, my first thoughts were of the French expression l'heure bleue (Blue hour) - which refers to the hour experienced between the hours of daylight and darkness. This period of the day is considered special, because of the quality of the light.

In the case of your beautifully poetic composition, I found this was because of the quality of the write, which made it special.

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

Saw the title and read even tho i'm in a hurry .. i love this .. i know the two you wrote it for , it reads rather dream like and tho sad it has hope .. as always wonderful writing ..

Chloe
xoxo

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful poem... hauntingly tense with an alacrity of hope.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful write...how nice to dedicate your work to others. I am glad that you feel the company of others in the void where I hope often that there is everything rather than nothing. Beautiful piece.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jesus this is amazing.

darlin, AMAZING.

the best thing i've read of yours. love it love it. this is a class above. :)

"
I feel the vibrations
of a thousand
heart beats.

You felt it, too.

and if the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we. "

what what????????? that is amazing.

i have no choice but to favorite this :)

hugs



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I know just how you feel. Wonderful write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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