sweet dreeams a must within the deep somber sleep of meadows give us time to rest, time to fly we are not fit for travel nor to die time to find the divinity of meaning lost hopes of innocence regained floating memories, long forgotten wish we could say goodbye, but the time is now time to float, time to sleep existing among the forest where we dwell come creatures of new prophecy spoken steel cut deep within differing planes must choose a path listen, the time is closing pandemic love sweeps the mind whispering wind blowing through her hair all is at one and all has come
I love this poem... I was transported to that moment of rediscovery, I guess is a way of defining it. It's beautiful, so descriptive, it was like watching a movie.
I liked it although certain parts struck me as rather ypical. Specifically the "time to fly" part. We are constantly bombarded with that feeling of levitation, give us something new. Maybe instead a sinking, but not in panic. A sinking into a new reality. I do however love hte recurring theme of time. I liekd how simply you encapsulated such a wide and broad subject. Although I'd also be interested to see what you find when you delve deeper. Does time end or freeze? The last two lines were perfect. I always beleive poems should go out on their strongest point and this did just that.
No actually. Not on these or any other forums. I am also dyslexic. I try to catch spelling errors when I can.
