Forgotten Dreams

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Fleeting image in a mirror
In a darkened, silent room
A flash of white and pure light
Black hair flowing in a stream
She said ‘It’s nothing like it seems’
Ill spent days and forgotten ways
I think I know now what she means

Long afternoons in country summer
Crackling grass that yearns for rain
Thunder crashing and lightning flashing
Electricity of strange extremes
She said ‘We live our lives as dreams’
Memories gone, not dreamt upon
Out of truth pure sunlight gleams

Strangers standing in the stairwells
Shadows nodding at their words
Forsaken treasure, lazy pleasure
Fireflies trapped in moonlight beams
She said ‘It’s unravelling at its seams’
When we had gone, no sunlight shone
No-one recalls forgotten dreams

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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13 Responses to Forgotten Dreams

  1. Renard Moreau says:

    [ Smiles ] Oh, I found this poem of yours to be highly impressive!

  2. Hector says:

    What a beautiful poem!

  3. Only when they’re dreamt againg. Wonderfully mesmerizing words.

  4. You are amazing Helen and I love this poem the vibe resonates deeply with my own dreams

  5. Skye says:

    Beautiful, Sis. 🙂

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