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Glass Heart, Restful Night

Poetry By: Miss Trevize

This is a bad poem, I think, for one big reason. Have you ever tried to explain a dream to someone? It never really conveys the feeling. Something magical or terrifying happens sometimes in our sleeping subconscious, something that slowly fades once we get up. I feel asleep last night and had a magical dream, and now I'm trying to share it. But this isn't really it. How can I express human emotion with mere words?

Submitted:Apr 6, 2012    Reads: 44    Comments: 10    Likes: 7   

A song

in a dream

must come

from somewhere.


Floating about,

in the nebulous

cloud of unknowing,



The story told

in sleep, the

soothing voice

of the ballad.


No memories of

the tale,

no thoughts of

imagining it.


The singer,

lovely in her




Quiet, flowing

like a southern

summer creek,

in the daytime.


The impossible

glides in a lullaby

from lips,

plain and unadorned.


A head, dark hair

leans on her shoulder

as the song fills

a quiet, happy heart.


Never has a

ballad truly

reached the ears

of the dreamer before.


And now,

in sleep,

like a flower,

music blooms.


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