What lies unspoken
Between the words that come
Slowly
Faltering
And so very tired
The invisible thread of nothing
Suspended.
You are here
Throwing the world into confusion
Trapped between
Peace and another day.
Dream thief takes
What he will
What he can himself
No longer possess
And waking leaves the forlorn emptiness
Of something just beyond reach,
Here then gone
In a split second
I turned to say hello
Hesitating
And it was gone.
Each word slipping away
Into the abyss
Of yesterday and today,
Between life and death
And images glimpsed
Now merely shadows
And the hall is empty
Void of feeling
Of pain.
Eyes wide open
To clouds gathering
Blocking the light
Of my truest friend
White orb hidden
Covered and cold
Let sleep claim victory
Against the darkness
Surrounding the mind.
Thoughts on a tossing turning night, the spectral forms of those gone and the dreams that never fail seemingly disintegrated into emptiness.
I’m a lucid dreamer, so I understand. Though I most often know when I’m dreaming, sometimes I don’t realize that I’m awake lol! It will pass. All creative people need a little incubation at times.
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I always dream and for the most part remember them all so vividly. it throws me off when there is nothing….thanks Laine.
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it is the first time I saw it, googling ghostly images π glad you liked it my friend π
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Thank you my friend. a good night sleep was finally had π dreams of quiet π
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I think poet’s must have those nights where thoughts flow in but not out at times – more pieces to ponder in the big puzzle of life. You described it very well. π
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I feel the emotion in this one…SIGH π …That photo always amazes me and makes me wonder if its “real” or manufactured.
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Let the sun, the moon and the stars chase away the darkness my friends. π
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