By: JP Leddy
My eyes close moistened with tears
I ache for a vision of you in my dreams
I wanted to see you in my awakeness
But I only see others
In these pressing crowds, I feel alone
So I welcome sleep
I pray the Master Dreamweaver will send me to you
To be intertwined in floating beautifulness
Where things of the heart paint the skies
And bring to blossom the land beneath
Every day, you fill more parts of my heart
I cannot fight it
I will not fight it
I surrender willingly to the journey
Even if it is only in the realm of dreams
The dream settles me always by a beach
Where my vivid thoughts of you swim through my mind
As I sit along the white sands by the Tasi
Master Dreamweaver whispers:
“Your heart now resides on the shores of Knysna”
I hope the morning does not come soon…..
© JP Leddy
Thank you so much to Jingle and the Perfect Poet Award
I also won the following awards for the Poetry Awards 4 Thursday Poets Rally Week 26
The Most Graceful Poet Award
The Most Compassionate Poet Award
The Most Resilient Poet Award
The Most Creative Blogger Award
U R A Rare Friend Award
I nominate the following poet for her unique poetry: MEGZONE
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you made it clear and beautiful…
smooth flow there..
thanks for the contribution!
Thank you. Your comments mean a lot to help me improve.
I agree with Jingle, good flow here. I particularly like the line “Where my vivid thoughts of you swim through my mind.” Well done.
I appreciate your comments and feedback.
this poem is a testament to the power of the subconscious on the conscious working mind
Thank you for your insightful comments.
The meter might be a little off, but over all the imagery and flow is great on this poem! love it
As a very amateur poet with no training, I appreciate your constructive criticism. Thank you!
Excellent poem, really like your choice of words 🙂
Thank you for commenting and I am glad you like my choice of words.
I felt you and understood every single word…awesome post and happy Rally my dear friend x
You really touched me.
This sounds like it should be a song, and i get exactly what you’re saying!
Aww.. Ambeywhaler…how sweet.
And shall the morning never come:D Wonderful poem and thank for sharing it 😀 Have lot of fun ahead^^~
I look forward to the fun!!!
you shall indeed meet your heart’s one 🙂
im here from Jingle’s Rally
you can read my post at…
I hope so….
I like this. I like the feel of it and the imagery. Good job.
Thank you…I am glad it touched you that way.
Quintessentially “lost in a dream”,,, Nicely written1
Wonderful poem.. I can sense the longing, to feel the beloved even if only in a dream..
You get me.
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Very lyrical! Has a nice melody to it as I read it…
Thank you, Ms. Weger
Glad to see your work being loved by many…
are you done 18 NEW and returned favors?
sorry for the questions…
simply try to check things out and hope that you have a fun Sunday!
I think so, Jingle..
For what it’s worth: you have my praise too, even though I am an untrained poet myself 🙂 words well up from within us and even if they mean something or nothing to another – the babbling brook they form means so much to us. I can relate to your poem very much… it reminds me of recent heartbreaks.
What you wrote meant the world to me.
ah, I can relate to this.. very much.. the longing for the beloved.. yeah, I’ve had that.. 🙂
Thank you, Leonnyes.
nominate a poet is the last thing you need to do to make it perfect…
take your time…
Thank you so much, hoiden
I am collecting your poem,
thanks for the nomination!
You are welcome, Jingle and thank you! Happy Wednesday!!!
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love it oh my my my my
Awsome….!!!Wil visit again…..
Thank you and please do, Stilekke!
Great job. I’m definitely coming back here.
Thank you, slickolas. You are welcome anytime!
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