Sat on the wet sand,
Watching the sun
Slowly sink.
Was that my dream?
Sinking into the depths
Of cynicism and self-doubt.
Looked up at the sky,
Watching the moon
Slowly rise.
Was that my dream?
Borrowing the glories
Of the valiant and great.
Gazed at the stars,
Bejewelling the sky
With their twinkle.
Was that my dream?
Shining brightly only when
There was darkness around.
Stared at the water,
Reflecting my face
In the moonlight.
It was a confused me,
Woken up from
My dream...
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
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11 comments:
very well written!
love it.
You being confused - not a dream its reality!!!!
Wuw
Muuuahz
nice poem!
rather beautiful :)
really enjoyed reading it.The boundary between dream and reality is too porous,right?
"Borrowing the glories
Of the valiant and great."
Yay! I got the reference. Lovely shtuff. And hi-five for making scientific references.
Nice concept. Maybe you could've written it better.
Lobry de Bruyn van Ekenstein
well written, nice concept
Read my blog already.
Lob
wow. super cool! hehe, nice poem.
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