Fever DreamsA Poem by VertigoFever dreams that cry For a hand to hold
Every day I call for the sky to fall
And every day I rise with the sunlit
Windows
Reflecting the morning
That holds every mark
On my clouded memories
When I would just lay in the grass
When I was the only
And the last
Perhaps we hold to our pasts
Like fever dreams
And the language between our fingers
Glide.
© 2009 Vertigo |
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2 Reviews Added on November 29, 2009 AuthorVertigoLithia Springs, GAAboutMy work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------.. more..Writing
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