Soft shadows drift in night`s embrace
To linger, falling on your face,
With nought to dread nor yet to care
No sorrow borne nor yet despair
(The moon above, suspended there)
With mind encaptured in a dream
Where all is not what it may seem
As gliding images unwind
So dancing in the sleeping mind
Such visions of a vapoured kind
To float and spin o`er lustred lands
And fall as sand through open hands
No substance poised to hold on tight
Shimmering fancies then take flight
As drifting ether through the night
Then swirling mists enwrap your eyes
(With whispered voices, distant sighs)
And spectral lights flash into view
Red turned orange, yellow turned blue
Surrounding all, surrounding you
Awake! awake! all those who sleep
Awaken from your slumber deep
Rise up to quit the sleeper`s womb
With open eyes, the day resume
As dawning breaks the night-time gloom
I love this poem. It's so beautifully composed and inspires illustrative thought. Thank you for sharing your art: -)
A beauty beyond my limited ability to describe-Shakespearion in depth, concept and execution. You are aging well, with your poetry
Dreams run away out of our control, good or upsetting, this beautiful poem is no dream, it`s very real and delightful. A lovely write.
With such beauty of words you could easily start your own poetry school! What a marvel.
what a well-knit poem...5 stanzas of 5 lines each with a set rhyming in 2+ 3...you are a conscious artist who works on the presentation of a revealed idea...the poem speaks in a lively voice...
Transported into an ethereal world of sweet delight! ! But will it be so lovely when we wake up, as we have to grapple with the realities of broad day light?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific poetry...truly inspiring.