in this land of make-believe
these dreams go beyond make-believe
and into spaces without stars
where coldness goes unnoticed
and past lives become memoirs
as I lie asleep out at sea
you seem to disappear along the shore
consumed by ultraviolet rays
disguised as gently rolling waves
cradle rocking from side to side
foreign voices tell me not to cry
assuring me things will be all right
once understanding how it ends
june two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Very Lovely Verse. 🙂
Thank you so much, Morgan.
Good night friends! Sleep well and sweet dreams, and smiles when you’re sleeping
We hear tomorrow night as beautiful and quiet!
vă mulțumesc pentru vizitarea blog-ul meu și comentarea pe acest poem, Ileana
I really loved this one, John. It moved me.
Thank you so much, Lola.