After ''later''

After ''later''

A Poem by Ana B.

Should I stay awake in this dream

While the thinkers harvest the Wind of Fate...

This rain of tears I feel within

Slowly feeds the ocean of this untold wait.


Mind phantoms are baffling this affair.

Me - still haven’t found the color of my breath...

Lonely hands trying to sculpt some air,

Made a beautiful castle, yet, closer to death.


And now I’m starting to miss

The dream I didn't  get to dream.







© 2019 Ana B.


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There a re times when fl ying skyward seems to be sole com panion when sleeping. But, then comes the waking, wanting renewal, per haps.. but find ing need is worse.. perhaps sliding away.

Beautif ully expressed as ever is, but, oh so s ad. So hope that starligh t treats you better sooner than s oon. Hugs

Posted 1 Week Ago


Ana B.

1 Week Ago

Got caught up in the melancholy's dance of words...Thank you for the thoughtful review my dear ;) .. read more
emmajoy

1 Week Ago

Am here if ever .. .. ..
This is a very well written write. I liked and enjoyed this

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Ana B.

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you :))
m3lody mae

2 Weeks Ago

not a problem
This is an exquisite write..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Ana B.

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you David.
feels like someone who knows they are fated to die soon, maybe of disease....the second stanza just blew me away...so beautiful...
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ana B.

1 Month Ago

It does feel that way....
Thank you very much Jacob :)

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