A Longing for the Life

Don't look for dreams

where life flourishes.

Don't pretend that your delusions

are only yours.

You are still waiting for someone

to show you the way

to the top of your finished words.

 

A longing for the life

I shared with eternity awoke in me.

Your pale hands search my thoughts,

find the one that's green

and still sour.

 

I would like to revive

my newborn dream, but this dying world

needs a beacon on the path

to the seemingly unnamed.

 

My private sky is burning,

wounded clouds are scattering to the floor,

the sun has confused

the universes.

 

Before you resurrect, think about

whether it is worth trying again.

Apparently someone saw

a sulky future here.

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

"Your pale hands search my thoughts,
find the one that's green
and still sour." --- I got stuck on this and had to take it under subconscious advisement. A decision was made and then I read the entire poem again. --- It's sad in a way, but I liked it. :)

[Lisasview]

I spent part of my morning reading 5 of your poems and now I am rereading each one and leaving you reviews...
As it is getting late here in Spain I will probably only be able to review this one now and the rest tomorrow.
This poem is so involved and I feel it really needs to be read several times in order to pick up its true essence.
I love the way you play with your words.. still sour ..sulky future...
The truth about what we think of others and what they think of them selves, and the belief that we are different... yet we are all the same... but yet different..
Sorry I am rambling on and on
It is just that your vivid poem brought up so many thoughts...
Lisa

[Crowley]

I love the line about pretending that your delusions are yours alone, I often think about that and how similar we all are but how different we want to think of ourselves. And the line line about picking out the only sour thought, brilliant. I love the feeling of truth and honesty in this, you have written a great piece. I enjoyed it!