I Cling to the Dream

I saw a stranger dancing in the mist at night,

bare feet flying over starlit meadow,

naked skin glowing in silverly light,

Alongside her danced her shadow.

Lips like red roses and mezmerising eyes…

Seductive and mysterious like the mist,

Eyes glowing with the starlight of evening skies,

Does someone like her turly exist?

Alas, the mist thickens like it does in a dream,

No longer can I see her dancing, the hour grows late,

Dreams flow like water in a stream,

Eyes shot open and I lie awake.

Advertisements

About Fredrik Kayser

Everything is connected.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to I Cling to the Dream

  1. Yes!! And sometimes it would be nice to sleep long enough to catch the ending.

  2. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you Kerri! Some dreams are so good I wish they would last just a little longer, you know?^^

  3. Very good and it’s always nice when you are awakened by a good dream.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s