Theme: Dreaming

In Dreams

In dreams, the truth is granted me;
A glimpse of future reality.
I see my slender thread of fate;
Being shorn by death's scythe of hate.

I hear laughter from the demon of the dark;
As life ebbs with a final beat of my heart.
And sunflowers weep for you and me;
As they sense the dreaded reality.

For we are destined never to meet
In this world so cold;
But in my dreams, our spirits
Are returning home.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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Comments on this Poem

Comment So poignant,sir.

Sony Dalia
05-Dec-2012 07:58 AM

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