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A house
of stone and glass,
built above the ocean,
reflects the sunlight
from fifty different points,
Its long, sleek lines
speak of power
and wit;
along the
oceanside,
it stands
in majesty.
He has built this house
It is the fulfilment of his dreams –
his dreams within this dream
(in waking he has not yet conceived of this house,
not even of the idea of being an architect) .
He stares,
wide-eyed and unbelieving
at his work,
at his craft.
A woman in a low-cut, black
dress,
black lace
enshrouding
her arms,
walks up toward him from the beach,
slowly, with certain
steps.
As she approaches,
he can see that
she holds
a scale,
a glass of red wine on one side,
and a dagger
balancing it out.
Her lips are full,
crimson,
like the
wine.
'See? '
she motions to the scale,
'you have a choice! '
Her dark eyes laugh,
her smile crimps
at the corners.
He feels a longing
to reach up,
brush her lips
with the backs of his fingers
And then, a flash of white
falls across his field of vision,
for an instant -
A bird? An illusion?
The sleeve of a white gown?
He looks up at his home.
A smile lights his features,
and he wakes.
Marc Mannheimer
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Duncan Wyllie (5/22/2008 4:50:00 PM)
Dear Marc
The first thing that came to my mind after reading this is: Should you be an Author, this poem has all the hallmarks of an imaganitive mind, someone who can really bring a story to life, , , , , Any thoughts on this?
Eitherway, , take care
Love duncan X |
Al Ramos (12/31/2007 7:18:00 PM)
We live to dream and dream to live, but I haven't met that lady of my dreams yet. |
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