hold me captive
refusing to
surrender.
They continue a
haunting refrain
as I linger in
their presence.
In my imagination
you are ever
present
encouraging,
caressing,
comforting me.
Like my constant
shadow
ever walking beside
me
hovering over my
image.
Dreams may be elusive, but they inspire and goad us on to goals and love. Well said.
I like the 3rd stanza and how you described the comfort of a remembered, or imaginary dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool, your dreams are real, as well AS YOUR shadow, but God is always there and above you. in your dream you are but an Image. hum, accurate.