Dreams and dreams come back to me
when I awaken with their threads
like cobwebs feathering past my face.
The visions of lost cities fade quickly,
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You have managed to capture that fine line between fantasy and reality with all the skilled artistry of a magnificent poet; 'like cobwebs feathering past my face' is a beautiful example. S :)
You have written a song the wistful heart sings to the soul in the sad passing of days. 'Dream and dreams come back to me... .' Excellent.
This is well written with much depth and somehow filled with alot of anxiety of a time in life when it was not as happy. However none the less, you have captivated the mind with the vivid imagery that you have spilled into a vision of a time when suddenly you are happy to have a choice to forget or remember. Writen very well and enjoyed this much.
Dear Lillian, dreaming is part of life and it becomes the foundation of our great inspiration for writing great poems of love, pain and mother nature... well penned poem, you got my vote 10+, hope you have the chance to read my poems titled: 'DREAMING' and 'DREAMS', your comments and ratings will be valuable to me, Love and peace, Romeo
some dreams we need to remember...some we need to forget...but sometimes they strangely intersect....