The Dreams

Warm snowy nights,
Ancient spirit fights.
Misty moonlight runs,
Monsters I've become.
Empty messages leave me guessing,
I ponder while I'm dressing.
Falling up, and hanging cliffs,
Moving dead and hallow gifts.
Rotting teeth, and giant bugs,
Crowded rooms, and fading rugs.
The people speak in hazy words,
Yet I listened like the birds.
Flying around, or frozen in place,
Secret worlds or a brand new race.
For the many reasons that we rest,
With a sense of wonder, the Dreams are the best.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emipoemi]

my my.....I first would like to know how the heck this doesn't have any notes at all....... it's pretty good as is, except for two lines having minor musicality issues (Lines 5 and final). The ending also seems rather anticlimactic.....kind of a childish and cheesy ending, if you ask me....and childish may be what you were going for (this does have a children's poem vibe to it), but it came across rather cheesy. Other than that, well done!