dreamed away

the poet sleeps
and they appear 
images so wondrous
as to bring a tear
they take his soul
and slow his heart
they fill his nights
with beauty apart
from all he knows
in his awakened state
and then they vanish 
into the great 
mystic

he awakens to his prosaic day
bits remain of what he cannot say
my most beautiful words 
are dreamed away

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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