Hands drip, cold, <br />fevered claws cling <br />to neverending visages <br />of tormented rest. <br />Rain pounds drumbeats, joyous, <br />like punks sneering hearts <br />too alive to care <br />for simple slumber. <br />Tears of misread regret, <br />long since dried, <br />now vanish, vanquished <br />to forgotten fears. <br />I smile, <br />I'm alive. <br />In the night I hear <br />chances for redemption, <br />to sleep beyond forever. <br />The rush of love's nightmares <br />gently awakening tomorrow <br />written in your eyes. <br />Lillies within <br />my hearts dark garden <br />softly raise their faces <br />towards an amber moon. <br />I'm walking these hills <br />alive inside the night, <br />alone - not lonely <br />ready - not waiting. <br />Towards your path I'm drawn <br />step by stride, <br />my pace my own, <br />my heart in time with yours. <br />Sunlight - my tormentor- <br />breaks dreams hearts, <br />nothing lasts forever, <br />but soon - night will return. <br /> <br />25/5/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-15/
