Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

While I Was Sleeping


My dreams split the night
If in my keeping
I turned toward the fright
While I was sleeping

As I turned 21 on the steps
Of the student Union building
The leaves were turning brown in debts
And winter came in seeking
As I turned 21 on the steps

I hear the memory's drizzle as the rain
Falling silver in the steet lamps
Calling me saying not to feign
Not to give in to rants
I hear the memory's drizzle as the rain

In the decades lost
Starslight comes to my ways
Falling across the universe at such cost
Wandering in the maze
In the decades lost

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/21/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    The leaves were turning brown in debts
    ...
    In the decades lost
    Recalling the past. Maybe the lost decades turn into experience and makes one wiser. Thank you for a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/9/2013 8:32:00 AM)

    Some memories seem like only yesterday. Some are sweet some are sad but that is life. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/5/2013 4:31:00 AM)

    Memories drizzle and at times pour out in torrents and sweep us off our feet! While some are very vivid, some remain too faint far beyond recognition! While rambling through the corridors of memory, we wonder how time has eluded us and how the decades have slipped unnoticed! A great write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (5/4/2013 9:41:00 PM)

    Some old memories are so vivid, they're like yesterday. What happened in all the intervening years? I've forgotten so much. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (5/4/2013 9:42:00 AM)

    I agree, your usage of imagery is wonderful.So nostalgic! You can't touch them but the past memories reign in your heart, drizzle like rain.........Awesome! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (5/3/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    Decades may have been lost yet what you have gained along the way has certainly been well worth living for. Wisdom has been an incredible warrior and teaches me to survive. As I believe it has you. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (4/30/2013 6:43:00 AM)

    Memories so wistful for the past long gone Beautifully lyric poem thanks for sharing BB: O) (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/30/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    Every bright dots in the sky is what beauty has done to it
    it has more dots day by day, as time goes by
    we may call it stars and they move to our life
    as recalling past, still present, like unending midnight waltz
    wherever you go, time has to move too to creates another dot
    and while you sleeping, place your dreamland to somewhere you feel sweet_Soul (Report) Reply

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