Conversation with a lonely Dream

where are you tonight?
Sitting at home,
alone in the evening light,
wondering,
mind wandering,
is there anyone
thinking of you?
How am I?
well I'm
doing the same,
what's my name?
You can call me
Mystery,
I'm that shadow on your wall
in the lonely room,
I'm the grace you feel
when you feel yourself fall.
And what do they call you,
if they call at all?
Do they call you
what they need?
Or do they call you
Miss will you do
something for me?
Well whatever they call you,
you can call me
Anytime you want to call...
I'm waiting....

Reviews

[imawriter]

did ya ever hear that thing.. ya know.. Intelligent people talk to themselves.. err.. wasn't there a second line to that==crazy ones answer.. lol.. nah.. just kidding. I really, really like this poem..

[RareRed]

Interesting piece...I like the imaginary convo going here and the waiting for her although she may not know it. Good read.

[Rain]

Wow,
This is a great piece. I loved the imaginary conversation. You bring her and the love to life. I love it. Rain..