Sea Of Dreams

A misted swell upon the rise of a long nights tide

A dream of lands seen, never touched, always calling

A light, guiding, searching

A beacon of salvation pulses 

Upon the chill of a damp morning breeze

Where had the veiled thoughts taken us

The tides came and went ever steady

Memory, came once and was gone again in the thick fog

The hour of reckoning striking a hearts fleeting beat

Twice, thrice of a whispered love

The sails so soon parting upon the main, full and crisp

Carried the future's sampling of a past kiss

Where had the warm wind been

Of that direction needed by a blissful embrace

Not yet nurtured beneath so few caresses

Never to be known 

Never to be sown

Upon the Sea of Dreams

The waves ever lapping their memories

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

Oooo...a lighthouse beacon and a pirate tall ship. Love the image its self ... then I read the poem. It has a bitter sweet current throughout. Like a "just out of reach" feel to it...can't put my finger on it but just gives me that "if only they would come closer, I could touch them" thought springs inside my head. To far but closer still. (not sure I read that right though) Still wonderfully beautiful image and thoughts to blend as one. Mystical magic once again Lord Wolf of the Heart. :)

[Wolfwind]

I think you read the piece just as I intended... A feeling of bittersweet was what came into this one after I had created the image. Thank you for stopping in and leaving your comment! I really appreciate your words and views! :)

[Brittany DeFranco]

you never cease to amaze me. I love it ^_^

[Forever Hidden]

Amazing. I like how you captured the view into it.

[Wolfwind]

Thank you! :)

[Forever Hidden]

Any time dude!