Dream and Memory

Touched by them, shaken by them, moved by them

I lie alone;
my mind asleep,
yet rapt in some,
inner attention.
It strikes a secret,
chord in me,
and sets my heart to burn.

Lost in my memories,
I find no reality.
I wander alone,
in the dark of my soul.
Touch fingers to faces;
link people to places.
Feel warm salt sensation,
the tears start to flow.

If only Im could find,
the way out of my fantasy,
the secrets enveloping my mind.

Reviews

[Sorry Infamous]

I am suprised that only one other person commented on this fine poem. It is beautiful. The images are sharp and the flow fits perfectly. Good Job.

[Last Lying Look]

"Touch fingers to faces;
link people to places.
Feel warm salt sensation,
the tears start to flow."
That's just so real, so pure.
I really love it.
Excellently written!
-Elissa :)