A Poem by An owl on the moon

Sometimes in dreams we realize we're meant for another place...


Falling, I am…

why do I feel so far from myself

woven  in bands of memory

thoughts soaring by

floating wingless

traipsing, trudging tramping

past countless things

of cabbages and kings

and breathless recollections

near perfect reflections

in mirrors with no faces

how I see such days

in shadows they call to me

from lullabies to lull me

into dreamish Neverlands

just out of reach from golden hands

why  do I feel so far from myself

falling, I am…

© 2017 An owl on the moon

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I know when I wake up from a dream sometimes it felt so real that they can sometimes get mixed in with my memories. Great work my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago

An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

It's true, and those dreams make me wonder of the real world. Thank you!
I see you are good I mean excellent in writing poetry..... wow this is a job well done

Posted 1 Year Ago

An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your kindness, my friend.
Careful landing sweet women it offer you a chance to discover self.


Posted 1 Year Ago

An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Yes, may the falling only lead to sweeter places of light. Thank you, Alfred.

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Added on June 9, 2017
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An owl on the moon
An owl on the moon

Welcome to my page of poetry... May you find peace and inspiration here. Que filtro embriagante Me deste tu a beber? Até me esqueço de mim E não te posso esquecer... .. more..


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