Dream Melting In Trance
The night you left with our love's wilted flower
the gloomy sky was falling down in gentle shower.
In the soft streetlight I saw your sodden silhouette
slowly disappear in the wet haze, I couldn’t forget.
The scene sank deep in the maze of my memory,
for years weaved the tapestry of our untold story,
I thought someday I’d spread it on my poem new,
the only one I’d dedicate to our times and to you.
Memory has a strange habit of making dream,
in deep sleep they appear, unreal they don’t seem.
One night my eyes on edge of sleep saw you return
the way you departed, made my mute heart churn.
I opened the door, went out to let you in again.
The night was dark, drenched by the pouring rain.
I stood alone hit by the splash of cold water spray,
eyes sleepless, I saw sleepwalking dream melt away.
(In order to meet the rhyming scheme the poem exceeds
by one line over the stipulated 15 lines which I could not
help for the sake of the form)
Posted : July 16, 2018
Contest : Sleepless Old Or New
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
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