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"dreamer's dance"

Poetry By: RaisinGirl
Fantasy



...we dream, they capture us, then we escape...for we are are all afraid to take chances, whether it be a dream or real...


Submitted:Oct 16, 2008    Reads: 148    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


I met Love in a dreamscape, and it enraptured me into a trance-like wormhole...

Ecstasy embraced me, and I began pouring out watercolors from the palms of my hands...

But I grew Bittersweet, and I soon became at one with the swirls of sadness...

Like a Fugitive's escape-plan, I began burrowing downward into the melancholic sands...

I found nothing...

I gained nothing...

So I feel nothing...

Except for these lingering thoughts of the journey taken throughout the dreamer's dance...

It could have all been real to me, but I just couldn't take another heart-stopping chance...

So I sleep now...

I remain alone now...

When I wake up I will be...

Just me...

Tonight, I may repeat...

The blissful beauty and temporary glory at the Moonlit ball, and dance the dreamer's dance...





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