Valsa George


Wither Vanished my Dream?


In the wee hours of a silent night
In my sleep I dreamt a dream
A lovely delightful dream
That took me to the land of love

In my dream, I saw my prince
His contours aflame with sparks of fire
His eyes dewy with liquid love
His lips quivering for a passionate kiss

But the cruel dawn came down
Sounding bugles across the silent sky
Spreading thick veils of separation
And tore his face from mine

Come, Oh Night! Come once again
Driven in the chariot of darkness
And bring him to the shelter of my arms
To wrap him in the warmth of my caresses
To enfold him in the tangles of my tresses
When the whole world, in deep slumber lies

Let me once more be blessed
With the dream of my heart’s delight
And be lost in that magic spell
Of his electric, enchanting presence
Which in the height of my passion
Was sullied by the light of dawn!

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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  • Freshman - 2,072 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (1/16/2015 11:13:00 AM)

    It is not easy to paint a real dream in the same spirit just as what the dreamer experienced. Dreams are such. Yet, you did it Madam. Very well done. Wonderful portrait within a poetic frame. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 274 Points Nasarudheen Parameswaran (7/22/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    The rhythm of a lovely loving heart pulsate here.Two hundredth poem goes to the two worldone of sweet dream and the other is of reality.The flight of imagination is equal to the passion of Kunti, mother of Pandavas who waited for Surya Deva or to the passion of Parvati, daughter of Himavan who meditated the lover Lord Siva, I love this poem much as a madrigal sung in a dew dripping moon lit night. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,525 Points Patricia Grantham (7/3/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    What a romantic dream Valsa. I too have had those kind of dreams.
    Most of us have had them at one time or another, we just don't put
    them on paper. I like your style and wording on this one. Nice write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 198 Points Danny Draper (6/27/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    A delightful dream of fantasy so sexy and sensual that waking as with parting must have been such bitter sorrow. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,636 Points Anthony Di''anno (6/26/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    I hope you get to meet your prince again Valsa :) A sensual and passionate write that lingers as the dream itself. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 179 Points Joseph Anderson (6/25/2013 3:33:00 PM)

    Valsa-You sure got a beautiful poem from that dream. A passionate, even sensual expressionof love and on a higher level. The fire still burns. So very good -10 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,553 Points Dinesh Nair (6/25/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    I enjoyed reading the poem though I could not believe it were you Madam Valsa who had such a dream!
    I hesitate to write a similar poem for the presence of many like you over here Madam.
    Joking I am.... (Report) Reply

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