A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And,in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong,who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! Can i not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God! Can i not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Without direction.........

Floating in the air without direction Released from the burning tar Loosing sight and orientation Of the black dove that flew too far Untouched the ash keeps on burning Phased by the baldes of light Smoke-thick air in teh yearning Soucked quickly in a fright The bud remains,the whitness gone Ashtray full, not long cleaned Looked bright, easily shone Like the teeth of French Queen Holding now the heavy troubles The Ashtray keeps still and waits An obliged servant never blubbers Holding still for the balt

I miss and I want,,,,,,,,,

I miss the way he used to call me all the time. I miss the way i could tell i was on his mind. I miss the way he held mi in his arms. Things seem different now.but not so much. The absence of his touch,i miss that. I miss not worrying what others would think. I miss him covering over me, protecting me like I need . I want things to go forward ,yet back at the same time. I want him to be ready to take me in his arms and clam me as his. I want him to be mine and only mine. I want things to be the how they were, only with us together I want things to be sort of like they were in our past. The new stuff I love, but I can’t help but miss it . I miss the kisses. I may still get them every now and then,but it isin't enough. I miss his touch and how he would be around me and not care who saw. I want him to take me in his arms and just Hold me . That's What i want .to be held. He gave me so...

Could you..........

I promptly smeared the map of dayly With splashing paint in one quick motion I have displayed on a tray of jelly The slanted cheekbones of the oqean Upon the fish scales'tinsel pattern I've read unknown lips'salute And you, Could you have played A nocturne On a waterspout for a flute?

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