Masked Ball – UK (Photo credit: Interface_Europe)
In this dreamworld
I am born to you
In this illusion
Feel me warm to you
I’m a prisoner
Of this flickering view
I dance this dance
That wears a darker hue
And yet I dream
To find the smallest clue
That turns illusion
Into something true
In this dreamworld
Let me cleave to you
For I so need
To yet believe in you
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Gripping! I love it!!!!
Thank you, that is very kind!! 🙂
[ Smiles ] Most lovely!
Thank you so much!! 🙂
Love it……Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Hugggs!
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂
Fabulous:-) This is definitely one of my faves so far. ‘turns illusions into something true’ – the purpose of my life!
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
Your amazing Helen as always =) I love the flow of your poetry makes me want to everything again and again
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
i love the last stanza.
Thanks so much!! 🙂
This might be a strange take on the last stanza…but I’m a little on the strange side. When I read it I took it as me talking to myself. That I need to be true to myself, cleave to myself, and believe in myself. I think it was when I lost belief in myself that I started embracing addictions…does that make any sense…or have I just rambled aimlessly on your page?!? lol
Makes perfect sense…it was a bit of an odd poem to write, just sort of came and it was a bit light, a bit dark, and seems to have been interpreted a number of ways, all of which are valid as I only had very vague ideas of what it might be about! 🙂
That’s one of things I love about poetry…the many ways it can be interpreted by the reader ♥