Friday, June 09, 2006
DreamI met you in a dream
On one stormy night
I remember well
You were standing by yourself
It was a blur
I felt it in a haze
I knew it was you
I had no doubt
But the rain eased me into consciousness
And opened my eyes
I reached a cold hand for yours
But you were not there
You never were
Feelings rushed into me
You were nothing but a dream
A poem about a dream.,.a place where most of the impossible happens. maybe that is why most people love to dream.,.just like me. Reading this poem reminds me of a dream which i had one night.,.with me waking up crying.
♥ The Killing Stops at 2:38 PM.,.
