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i had a dream

I had a dream,
where it came from i cannot tell,
it was buried deep,
and i saw its heart beating beneath its unconstructed form,
i looked at it intensely and my eye's looked upon its beauty,
so i watered it with hope.

I went to sleep and when i woke it was still there,
it was alive, and real,
i saw its body warm with joy ,
like the sun breaking after the night ,
and i heard paitence whisper "be still"
its not ready to bring outdoors.

Time went by,
was it to early to share it with another,
to reveal  my cherished love,
but my zealous pride caused me to be foolish,
how could they not understand ,
could they not see,
and i saw its body crushed under their uncompassionate heel.

A tear rolled down my cheek followed by another,
and the anguish of my lament opened  the floodgates of my despair,
i looked at its broken body drowning in a sea of my salty tears,
and i heard the words fall from my lips "it is finished".

Time went by,
and time went by some more,
i peered through the darkened glass,
its embers barely aglow,
but my arms were to weak to help it,
and my kisses were to far away to reach its coals,

So i turned my back on the one i had loved,
and walked deep into the dark night,
my heart ripped within me,
and hope fell to the ground like disguarded petals.

The days of silver and grey appeared,
and i thought once more to venture,
to the place where i had abandoned my love,
i looked again through the darkened glass,
and there it stood shining in all its glory .

My heart beat so loud i thought it would burst,
and i could not speak for the joy that filled my soul,
it had weathered many storms,
and endured beatings and insults,
but it had stood the test of time.

I gently embraced it ,
holding it tightly in my arms,
never again would i be so foolish and allow my  pride to deceive me,
i gazed upon its beauty and wondered why i given  up on it so easily,
yet it had not given up on me.

I have a dream,
where it came from i do not know.

Big Alzer.
— big-Alzer, Jan 31, 2009

About the Author

Region, Country: RUGBY UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Phil Lynott, Gary moore, some Yeats, Wordsworth, C.S.Lewis, and Scripture from the Bible

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yenti

yenti

17 years 4 months ago

A Dream

As your last words say where it came from I do not know, your words flowed and took us through a lot of emotion, from dream through sadness to a dream, I think a lovely piece, although hard it was a comfortable hard in places, I await your waking dreams and memories clear, Yours Ian.T
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big-Alzer

17 years 4 months ago

many thanks

thank you for your kind words, i'm glad you liked it.
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Shadowteller

17 years 4 months ago

I like the theme

and your word usage. Emotion and feeling is definitely present. I like how it started and how it ended, and everything in between made sense. Looking forward in seeing more of your poems.
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big-Alzer

17 years 4 months ago

hey there

hey Chris thanks for taking the time to leave a comment, much appreciated kind regards Al
Geezer

Geezer

17 years 3 months ago

i had a dream

i think that you have expressed a universal thought in the collective human race. that we all have dreams that we cannot realize in an instant,and we give them up too easily, only to discover them later in life as something unfinished and something worth ressurecting. good job! i am about to read all the rest of the things you have posted,and look forward to seeing more from you.
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big-Alzer

17 years 3 months ago

many thanks

thanks Geezer you said it well, somethings in life can be ressurected even after it looks beyond it. And often we give up on things too easily.

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