Dreams within dreams

Sometimes are confusing during the night, or are they real

A kiss, a tender kiss upon a brow
In parting, as I bid goodbye
Visions of you, touch my heart
To you I declare my love
As I walk a lonely road
I bid you my heart, and those that deem
My days, have been but a dream
There is still hope in my heart
It has not flown away
In the night, or in the day
In a vision, or in none
All that I see now or
All that seems real
I often wonder
To dream within a dream
Or is it real

As I stand amid the quietness of the night
A roar echoes across a lonely desert night
Grains of red sand so lonely in my hand
A few grains of sand, yet they drip through my fingers
Tears grip me as I stand amid the quietness of the night
A roar still echoes across a lonely desert night
As a few grains sand fall drip through my fingers
I can not grasp them with a tighter clasp
I can not save but one grain
From this lonely desert of the night
Is it all that I see now or
All that seems real
Or is it a dream within a dream

A question I ask myself

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

You lay your soul bare to drive out the demon of despair. Every word turns a key to unlock the gift of joy, held in the fortress of solitude.

The verse reverberates through billows of dark emotion, then shines on a surreal notion; Which is the greater reality, sleep or wakefulness?

These words come forth, from deep within.
Of memoirs' worth, bringing back chagrin.
The writing birth, the healing to begin.
Sands of earth, viewed a while, but not again.
May the verse, let us see beyond, to win.
A place to nurse, our never ending grin.

[B.J]

Thank you for you kind meaningful comment

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

This is the best part of being in a community of poets; we inspire each other. When I first arrived here, it seemed intimidating to have so many great poets look at my silly words. I soon discovered that it was merely my self doubt. I learned; like the great and mighty wizard of Oz,to come out from behind the curtain of fear. Then I could write from the heart.

[B.J]

I do write from the heart now and think a lot about words, they hold a lot of meaning to me. Words in the way you use them is so important to life.