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Sweet Comfort
I close my eyes and dream a dream
of strangers so unknown to me
that float within my silent nights
and tell me things I’ve never heard.
They edge themselves up close to me,
engulf me in their mystery,
its then I close my eyes again
tight shut, tight shut,
they hold me there.
Within my thoughts within my mind,
no longer blind
to whispers in my psyche and soul,
these people softly call.
Those whispers through subconscious thought,
they tell me things they think they ought,
and show me faded avenues
obscured behind such secrecy,
through windowed worlds unknown to me,
all shrouded in great mystery.
I close my eyes
tight shut, tight shut
they hold me there
and comfort me,
I sleep.
of strangers so unknown to me
that float within my silent nights
and tell me things I’ve never heard.
They edge themselves up close to me,
engulf me in their mystery,
its then I close my eyes again
tight shut, tight shut,
they hold me there.
Within my thoughts within my mind,
no longer blind
to whispers in my psyche and soul,
these people softly call.
Those whispers through subconscious thought,
they tell me things they think they ought,
and show me faded avenues
obscured behind such secrecy,
through windowed worlds unknown to me,
all shrouded in great mystery.
I close my eyes
tight shut, tight shut
they hold me there
and comfort me,
I sleep.
Published 13th Mar 2014
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Anonymous
13th Mar 2014 8:29pm
magical. fantastical. wonderful
13th Mar 2014 8:31pm
13th Mar 2014 8:32pm
"Those whispers through subconscious thought,
they tell me things they think they ought" ohh the power of dreams :) loved this!
they tell me things they think they ought" ohh the power of dreams :) loved this!
13th Mar 2014 8:48pm
14th Mar 2014 5:20am
Steeped in mysticism and vaguely hinting ar great mysteries known to only a few and shrouded in secrecy unless one has strangers whispering of these things in your dream and sleep........ Love this poem!!!
15th Mar 2014 7:27pm
