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hear my vox

moonbeam magic

I’m whispering with the wind

Secrets of untold imaginings

Of prayers unheard

Of silver rings

I’m dazed within, this mind of mine

But my fantasies are diamond mines

 

Sweet whispers help me write

I hear them in the wind

Of frog princes and fairy rings

I see such life in those little drops

Of rain water that fall from rooftops

 

I have a habit that is true

That my dreams will include you

You’re a knight upon a fiery steed

Doing good and knightly deeds

Or sometimes you’re a giant man

Dress for dining, so very grand

 

These things are precious to my soul

It makes me feel so very whole

I need my dreams wrapped in a box

But I like you to hear my vox

 

My many worlds aren’t secret

They are quite well known

But not to you or Joe blogs

Just the creatures that they home

 

I have been invited

To play with them quite free

In my lands of mysteries

Flows a golden stream

 

I would stay forever

In the shadows of my mind

But to leave you here without telling

It would be so unkind

 

So I come back to consciousness

The place of my birth

To see around me strangers

In my alien hearth

 

I don’t belong here truly

In my bubble I should stay

But even people of reality

Needs time to sit and play

 

So I come back to visit

Sharing with you my dreams

Telling you about the magic of a land of extremes

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Filed under Poems G - I, Short Stories

The vampire has needs

See the silky blue epitaph across the evening sky, soon to be clouded by twilight within this spirits sigh

A little song I’m singing, about my life back there within the foreclosures of my mind it is better there

My existence is with darkness; my capacity for light is dead

I can no longer withstand the sun, my coffin is my bed

I will walk with strangers and know them well, like friends

But they will never know me, for their life I’ll bring to end

I do this very casually, like the beating heart

I’ll take their lives so swiftly, and tear their families apart

Through grief, if they’re loved

And I’m sorry for their pain

But I need my refreshments, and I’ll do it all again

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Filed under Poems J - L