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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... what an amazing experience... i can feel the wonder of it in these lines.
to feel the vibrations of a thousand heartbeats... and to lock into an invisible struggle, alongside heaven... and not to have to do it alone.

stunning.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this gave me a very strong mood as I read this. from this piece, it is a must to read over it and get a better taste...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nice poem, I could feel the rain, I have had dreams like this

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice questioning in this. Thoughtful and unique kind of actuality.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful poem about an event suggestive of metaphysical reality. A beacon of hope and of fear at the same time.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed your "author's note" as much as I did the poem itself. It was magic to be included in the trio with the use of "you". After reading the author's note, the second reading was even better than the first. Thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

we always assume things to be thus and so, but is it really all so, there are things in Heaven we may not know til we wake finally from this here and now....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i think common visions, ideas, and talk do make us feel less lonely, great sentiments in this poem and imagination .. well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully written :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i do so like your easy gentle tones
i just float along...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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