The dreamer stirs

It is slipping away,
That thing we all cling to so desperately,
When the bells of late hours knell.

The confines of reality undone,
Blurred borderland of jaded mind,
The dreamer stirs.

Desperation and a sense of urgency,
Do not let it go,
The magic lies within the paradox,
Of sleeping awake.

Reason left behind,
In favour of insanity,
A freer and more fluid state of mind.

Bear witness to the sounds,
Of subconscious melodies,
And soul-shaking illusions ~

Lover dreamt real
Lover dreamt near,
Dreams of passion sear,
Doubt into cinders,
And incinerate fear.

To the dawn I have but one plea,
Keep your peace,
I beg of you,
Let it be, let the enchanted darkness linger.

Please, let me be the dreamer.
Please, tonight let me see her.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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2 Responses to The dreamer stirs

  1. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you, Sille:)

  2. sille says:

    wonderful…you are such a wonderful poet

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